In my quest to understand humans better, this weekend I spent time doing average, suburban male activities -- namely, yard work. Boy, do I feel like a he-man now. We're talking power tools and saws and ladders. Of course, the whole he-man illusion was ruined when all yard work came to a screeching halt when flying, stinging things started to chase me. Even the hairiest of apes will run like a little field mouse from wasps and hornets and the like.
I haven't quite figured out why yard work seems to be the primary domain of male humans. The power tools aren't that heavy. The sense of accomplishment must be the same for males and females. I know that the females are often judged by their peers based on home making skills. Perhaps, males of the species are judged by their peers based on yard appearance.
Or maybe, it's an excuse to destroy stuff and drink beer fairly early in the morning? Or perhaps it's a free pass to do nothing the rest of the weekend because they spent 2 hours sawing off limbs of trees.
I guess it's a tad more civilized than putting a stick into an ant hole and eating what you catch. Plus, the bugs that fly into your mouth voluntarily are rarely the yummy sort. See why I learned to cook?
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