Hi!

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As such, please disregard all dates but none of the times. =)

Faithful readers:

A few notes for the Honeybear layman before we begin:

Honeybears can best be identified by their rich golden color and sassy personalities. They are not to be mistaken with their close but less common relatives, the Honeyhummingbird or the Honeyllama.
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These creatures are also quite aggressive, and one should watch one's fingers when opening or closing the cap, lest one be pinched or dribbled upon. Also, many many hand-washings are a given.
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Take everything with a grain of salt! Honeybears are known to wax eloquent when they know the camera is on them. Don't be surprised if you see one or more strike a vogue pose in front of the lens.

And...enjoy.

EN GARDE!

This morning I was awoken by the sounds of a scuffle. I sprang from my bed and followed the noises, finally tracking them to a large houseplant settled on my dresser. It seemed a few of the Honeybears from the pod (or 'meal') I had been observing had come to tussle on the battlefield of my dressertop. I have dubbed them 'Hannibal Lectorbear', 'Questionable Morals bear', and 'Spice Bear'. It was over almost before it began, though, when Lectorbear and Questionable Morals bear seized the upper hand and forced poor Spice Bear to eat a bug.

Poserbear, We Salute You

I have spotted another potential member of the meal I've been studying. He repeatedly attempts to insinuate himself into the pack by dressing like and acting similarly to the rest of the meal. His differences, however, are only highlighted by his foolish actions and have become glaringly obvious to everyone around him. I believe I shall call this pseudo-bear 'Poserbear'.

QMB? QMB?

Questionable Morals Bear has disappeared. All the usual suspects have been interrogated, but nearly everyone has a convincing alibi. Except Lectorbear, who could not recall where he had been for the past 48 hours. When the other bears tactfully probed further, he just made an odd 'sft sft sft sffft' noise and rolled away.

My sister called from her stint documenting the mating habits of My Little Ponies in South America. She asked my how my research was coming and I told her fine except for the times we ran out of Goo-B-Gone. She said she found an excellent site that should really help me out if I wanted to get some insider information about the Honeybear species.

My sister is a fiend.

In a hilarious yet tragic turn of events, I've just found out that my family killed and ate Lectorbear this morning at breakfast. Goodbye, poor Lectorbear. We bearly knew ye.