Site Occupied

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Sometimes, things seem like a big deal. A big deal. And unless you are Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle, big deals like himself aren’t always a pleasant surprise.

So when we arrived in Cedar Key, Brickle thought he would be the only big deal. But about a million others thought they were too. Some call them sand gnats. Midges. No-See-Ums.

Yes. This was a bug party.

And we were the appawtizers. And the main course. Seemed to me that we had intruded when we picked our campsite.

Now. You would think that if you weren’t invited to a party, that it would be polite to at least bring a snack. And we were it.

Pretty soon, as Boy Person talked to our camp host who warned us of the party, he looked down at his legs. He tried to remember why he had wore black pants. And he wasn’t wearing pants. His legs. Were. Covered.

There should have been a sign that said “site occupied.”

Now. We have lived in this Florida place before. We know about our friends the bugs. We know about our friends the snakes. We know about our friends the mosquitos. We know about our friends the alligators. But never…ever…have we met any residents as hungry. Or as relentless. Or as determined to chase us out of our campsite on the water. Seemed like they should have been the least of our problems here.

The persons say that every living thing has a purpose. A reason for being here. It’s what makes our earth and the environment function. But I had to wonder out loud as Girl Person put a magical oil potion on us…what. Were. Their purpose?

I thought about this from the comfort of the RV. Inside.

Do you like chocolate? Obviously dogs can’t have chocolate but you persons seem to like it.

These bugs are the only pollinators of the cacao tree…where your chocolate comes from.

Yes. You need midges or no-see-ums to grow cocoa beans.

Some things may seem like a nuisance. And I don’t like getting my pancake butt bit. But when things are inconvenient for us, it doesn’t mean they serve no purpose. And we have no right to say they don’t. We may have to make adjustments to let them do their thing. So instead of leaving, we decided to stay. To take breaks inside. And to wear oils to keep them away. Can someone make a maple syrup oil though? I’m smelling pretty bad.

The bug forecast? It’s gonna be a rough one this weekend. But I predict we will still find fun in this Cedar Key, Florida place. No-See-Ums? I see you. I respect you. But can we keep in touch by email?

This site may have been occupied before we got here. Long, long, ago. So as guests, we will try not to intrude. And not get carried away. It’s going to be hard. But perhaps this may be one time I need to wear pants.

Deputy Digby Pancake

How Are The Bugs?

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Here in the South, whenever someone walks by you, they usually say “how are you?” You say “fine”. And you both keep on walking. You probably weren’t fine though. Or maybe you were fabulously great. But everyone just says fine no matter what. Not sure why they can’t just say hello.

So how rare is it when someone asks you how you are and they really want to know? Pretty rare. But it makes you feel special. I like feeling special. Probably everyone does. Even the bugs.

You see, as we were hiking yesterday, a lady was walking up to start with her furkids. She looked at Girl Person and said, “How are the bugs?”

Girl Person told her they weren’t too bad. Not too bad at all. Well, I wanted to tell her that they were in a pretty boring mood. They weren’t chasing us as much as usual and therefore, Sheriff Brickle wasn’t trying to eat them. As much. But no one asked my opinion on how the bugs were. They might as well have said “fine.”

Girl Person told me later that the other person really didn’t want to know how the bugs were emotionally. She just wanted to know how many there were. Well. If persons actually said what they meant, maybe the world would be an easier place to live and love.

If we ask someone how they are, be ready to listen. Show by your concern, even in passing, that you can listen for a few minutes. Sometimes, one word can mean the difference in a whole day.

Here’s the deal. I’m unique. You’re unique. That person you pass by on the street, well, they are unique. The animals are unique and certainly the bugs are individually unique.

So when you ask someone how they are, mean it and recognize it. You don’t have to solve everyone’s problems. But you can lend a listening ear. You might hear some buzzing from the bugs, though.

Deputy Digby Pancake

This is Digby Pancake. Since the persons donated their bikes to a local bike shop to fix up for the homeless shelter, they looked for bikes that would help them too. Girl Person said that in between work and animal rescue, she needs a time to clear her mind and get her heart pumping! If she doesn’t take care of herself and her health, she can’t help anyone else, and she definitely can’t make me pancakes. I really like her new bike.

It has fat tires and a pretty paint job and she says it rides as smooth on the beach as a melted slab of butter. If there was ever a bike that I liked, it would have to be the fat tire bike called the Argus Comp from Mongoose! You can find it at or click here and tell them Digby Pancake sent you.

See Brickle’s pick for his favorite bike tomorrow and catch a special blog on our project for the homeless on the blog this Saturday!!

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