There are many reasons why I think that my papa bear is so wonderful. For one, he likes stuff like converting different resources into usable energy, turning chicken poop into fertilizer, or farming bees on the side. He is just in general one of the coolest dudes I know. So today I got to help get some bee frames ready to put out on the farm. I was pretty excited to have a paint brush in hand—-as my father and my almost father in law would probably testify—-I am not the kind of person you just let loose into your workshop without an adult to accompany me. I later found out that bee boxes are allowed to be perfectly sloppy. They actually need a good careless painter! Paint on my feet, paint on my clothes, I did an honest job of gettin these things covered!