Hello friends! Here’s a favorite from a couple of years ago. I’m sending out my love to everyone who’s sad and frightened and traumatized right now. More soon.

My mom thinks that bees and wasps are more aggressive in the fall because they know they’re going to die. According to my mom, bees are on a suicide mission to get us all before they expire—which is, naturally, in autumn. She can be found reiterating this theory—nay, belief—while fleeing a picnic table in late September. “They’re going to get us!” she’ll yell, as she heads for the hills. “They know they’re dying!” she’ll bellow, from behind a tree. “They have murder on their minds!” she will shriek as she leans on her horn in the parking lot. She feels VERY STRONGLY about this.