So, my buddy theferrett
just posted an article in which he concluded with an imagined future conversation in which a post-apocalyptic mob bangs on his door and demands "Ferrett! What skills do you have to offer our collective?" He, of course, now concludes that he can offer them honey, because that's what bee-keeping is all about. My answer? Stoney silence. Because if a post-apocalyptic mob CAME TO MY HOUSE and didn't already have an idea of what I could offer them, I'd be DAMNED if I was going to start trying to convince them. Or because I was already leading a plucky band of rag-tag survivors to Peaks Island, ME where the living is no easier, but HEY! Beach!
Meanwhile, it's much simpler for people living in the South. IF you get any post-apocalypticy mobs, I imagine the conversation would go more like this:
Hey you! What skills do you have to offer our collective?"
HEY YOU: Miss.
HEY YOU: Sometimes.
MOB: Good skill! Good skill! We're cool. We'll just... mosey along... and... do post-apocalypticy Mob things now...