After several attempts to purchase a large bird for the sole purpose of eating this yellowjacket, I was resigned to the fact that we would be roommates.
Bertha: Henry! Henry! Bring back a clown fish this time! I love that Finding Nemo movie.
The males always fall asleep like that after finishing. Typical.
A sharp reminder of why hopping from pole to pole is best left to stuntmen and Italian plumbers.
Haha! I lied!
Alright, no more poles. Sorry.
Almost lickable.
Rocks and poles and water, oh my.
Brody looks for a nice place to sit and contemplate why he keeps finding melted chapstick in Madeline's pockets.
A pole graveyard extending partway out to Washington.
Madeline's bedroom window.
Her life is a constant game of cat and mouse with BB-gun snipers.
Pole distribution center.
Madeline and Molly admire all the poles. That's right, I'm going to be typing "poles" a lot.
Have you ever seen so many mossy wooden poles in one place? I thought not.
We took a road trip to Astoria (land of the Goonies!) to view their beautiful moss.