Cats are bees too

This is my life right now.

Frustration with grant juggling, dying wildflowers, and writing methodologies that I barely understand abounds.

On meeting with the folks funding my research

I'm always nervous.  Always.  Before each of these meetings, I convince myself that they're going to withdraw my funding and I'm going to have no more money and all my paychecks will have to go to PVC and grass herbicides and I'll have to eat ramen and stale bread for the next year and a half.

So I'm having one of these meetings tomorrow afternoon.

Here's the thing:  I actually really like the Syngenta turfgrass representative that oversees my Operation Pollinator project.  He's consistently super-pleasant, and everyone he brings with him to check up on my work has always been helpful and engaging.  This time he's bringing the manager of their Lawn & Garden Research Development staff with him.  They're interested in setting up their own OP plots in Wisconsin based on the work/methodology that I've already developed.

So I'm nervous.

Big day tomorrow.  Plus, I'm putting out my first round of bee bowls tomorrow morning, which I'm super excited about, even if it does add an extra dose of time-crunchy stress to tomorrow.