Showing posts with label CA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CA. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

My Town Monday: Oceanside, CA; Goodbye Baby Chameleons

It's way past Monday, but I've been wanting to share this particular My Town Monday post with you.

So, a couple of Mondays ago, I headed 39 miles up the coast to Oceanside, CA with my friend, Christina, Child #4, and Christina's Child #1 and #2. The sun was shining. The breeze was warm. The sky was clear. But...We did not bring boogie boards. We did not bring sand toys. We did not bring swim suits. (This is sounding very Dr. Seuss-ish.)

Our destination: LLL Reptile and Supply

And the precious cargo in the very back of my car? Two cagefuls of 32 baby veiled chameleons.


Here's a shot of the store from the front door. These people take reptiles seriously. Lots of reptiles. Lots of reptile supplies. Lots of reptile knowlege.

They're checking out our chameleons, making sure they're healthy. According to the manager, our babies are in really really great shape. He said we'd done a super job! And he bought every single one of them. (In case you're wondering, he paid $17/baby).


I cried.


The manager told me to call him whenever I had babies to sell. He asked for my business card because he's always on the lookout for a good CHAMELEON CONNECTION! Apparently, that's me! Ha! Who knew? I will add this to my resume. :)


Everyone's lunch was paid for by the chameleon "earnings". (I use the term loosely. If you add up all the money spent on crickets and lights and cages and vets, well, there was no earnings. But there was a lot of fun and learning.




We did eventually wander down to the beach where I sat on the warm sand and wished I'd kept one female baby.


Here are links to people who posted on time! about their corners of the world. Please check them out.

Jim Winter returns, bearing chili from Delhi Chili in Cincinnati, OH

Travis Erwin ducks, goose poop in Amarillo, Texas.

Reb posts about the West Edmonton Mall where this actually an indoor lagoon!

Clair Dickson posts about ice harvesting in Brighton, Michigan



, your chameleon connection!!


P.S. Because you miss them as much as I, here's one last shot of a baby.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

From my inbox...

The following is a true story.

A loving and caring aunt gave her niece a copy of I SO DON'T DO SPOOKY for Christmas.

The niece sent the email below to the aunt (who forwarded it to me):

Aunt M,

Thank you SO much for I So Don't Do Spooky. I am enjoying it SO much.
I try not to read it too fast so that I don't get to the end too quickly.
Thanks again!


The happy niece. And look how neat and tidy her room is!


"I try not to read it too fast so that I don't get to the end too quickly."
This is the kind of sentence that stops an author's heart.

Thank you for the forward, Aunt M.

I will be basically incommunicado this weekend. Yes, dear children, this counts for you too. I'm going to a writers' retreat through my local SCBWI. We're spending the weekend at the San Luis Rey Mission in Oceanside, CA. I will be writing up a storm. And eating meals prepared by monks. Yes, you read that right. I hope we're not talking unleavened bread and water. I'll post about the experience on Monday.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Enter the Bee Lady... (and a contest)




Dr. Laura Hershey, Bee Lady, Chiropractor, Sculptor and Avid Surfer, showed up at 6:00 AM to deal with our bees.

She is a DELIGHTFUL personality. And, as a non-morning person, I can't say that about many people at 6:00 AM. Maybe not even any.

But Laura is one of those people (and we've all stumbled across them at various points in our life) that you're just so glad you had the chance to meet. She's truly an individual, very comfortable with what she's doing and where she's at. She's kind and patient and full of interesting tidbits of bee information.

So, Laura arrives. She's got thick dark-framed glasses and polka-dot rubber boot ("wellies" for those of you out there who use the term). She's dressed in her beekeeper's outfit, including long, thick gloves and a hat with netting.

Her equipment: an empty cardboard box that was originally used for holding clay. And two old sheets. One is a faded floral print; the other is a children's sheet with a fun animal motif. I distinctly remember a bunch of surfing pigs and several passive grazing sheep.

Laura observes our bees and informs me that we have a friendly colony of European honey bees.

I feel a little parental proudness about the friendly part. Like the Summy family would even consider hosting mean, African bees in their garden!

Before calling me outside, this is what Laura does: She places a sheet on the ground in the garden. Next, she sets the open and empty card box on the ground next to the cable box. She removes the cable box lid, reaches in and picks up a ball of bees and wax, then shakes said ball over the open card board box. A TON of bees land in the box, including the queen. Laura folds over the flaps on the card box, but doesn't seal it. This means bees can still fly in and out.

I join the scene to see many bees perched on one of the flaps, their little bee bottoms up in the air, their little wings flapping furiously. There is a very definite smell of caramel. Laura explains that the caramel smell tells the bees not yet in the box that a nice new home has been found and invites them to come on in.

After a while, Laura doublewraps the card board box in both sheets and places it in the hatchback of her car. She's transporting our bees to Boulevard, CA (about 65 miles southeast of San Diego, very close to the Mexican border) where she has a friend who keeps bees.

Laura tells me that, by next fall, our bees will have produced some very delicious sage honey. I'm going to call her in October to see if we can drive down to Boulevard to buy some of that honey. And visit our bees. No, no, of course, we won't bring Child #3.

Apparently, there will be some bee activity around the cable box for about a week. There were bees who, for whatever reason, didn't buy into the caramel smell and didn't join their colony in the card board box. And there were bees who were already out foraging and will return to an empty hive. Without a queen, these bees will not start a new colony, but will provide snacks for sparrows and crows.

And here's a SHOCKING AND SCARY NUMBER: Laura estimates there were FOUR THOUSAND bees in our colony!!!! (one exclamation mark per thousand)

I did get some pictures. With Laura's cell phone. My camera's battery had died.


This is Dr. Laura Hershey, (well, her hand, boot and leg!) the bee lady, with the card board box of bees.






Another shot of Laura by the garden.




Laura doublesheets the card board box.

If you live in San Diego county and are ever in need of the bee lady, here's her contact info. Also, I didn't ask, but I bet she'd be willing to do a class visit. Okay, here's the info:

Dr. Laura Hershey, 4783 Pescadero Avenue, San Diego, CA 92107
(619) 222-5299

Now, how about a contest for those of you persistent souls who made it through this loooong post?

Between now and Monday at midnight my time (Pacific), guess what's the most number of stings Laura has sustained in a single episode. Post your number in the comments section. The closest person wins an ARC (Advance Reader's Copy) of Julia Gillian by Alison McGhee or The Year My Sister Got Lucky by Aimee Friedman. The first ARC is a middle-grade novel; the second is young adult.

AND AND AND I'll toss in one of the famous I So Don't Do Mysteries Hershey Crunch bars!