The FIL and his head six-figure pro (the one who calls him, "Daddy.") have arrived, unannounced in his big, black cowboy Cadillac, with her at the wheel, as always.

I am afraid they have a big, inky ax for the bee experiment in their pocket. I am just trying to stay out of their officious way and not read anything into the performance. Hubby has yet to be heard from. I do not even try to understand The FIL any more and trust my husband to let me know which pieces of him and his pro stream are any of my business. Alas, FIL is renowned for his surprise attacks.

Can't seem to shake the fear... The FfIL is a stand-up guy, as long as you are not family.