What’s Your Prepper Nickname—Goofy Edition!

[TeaTimeTalisman]

If the grid ever goes down, I guess I’ll be “Queen of the Compost Heap” (my tomatoes already bow to me). Last time, my neighbor called me “Herb Witch” after I foisted dandelion tea on him. What’s your goofy prepper nickname? Let’s hear about the “Bandaid Bandit,” “Tactical Tupperware,” or “Bug-Out Bagel.” Bonus points for the most

 

[CrimsonWren145]

Guilty of answering to “The Canning Queenpin” after I filled every single jar in the house with homegrown pickles last summer. At least the grandkids seem to think pickles go with everything now. My neighbor once called me “Ms. Fix-a-Fence” after I patched up his chicken coop with duct tape and yarn. Has anyone else been called something ridiculous after a prepping

 

[CrimsonWren145]

Got called “The Lantern Lady” after the blackout last spring—apparently my living room looked like a firefly rave. Neighbors still tease me about my “emergency disco lighting.” If I had to pick an official nickname, maybe “The Stockpile Squirrel” since I stash acorns (and snacks) everywhere. Anyone else have pets that get roped into your prepping schemes?

 

[BlueHarborTea]

Neighbors still tease me about my “emergency disco lighting.” If I had to pick an official nickname, maybe “The Stockpile Squirrel” since I stash acorns (and snacks) everywhere. Anyone else have pets that get roped into your prepping schemes?

I might borrow “Stockpile Squirrel” next time my pantry’s overflowing with canned beans! My cat always “helps” by inspecting each jar (mostly for treats), so maybe I’m the “Preserve Patrol” around here.

 

[ChamomileCraze]

Guilty of answering to “The Canning Queenpin” after I filled every single jar in the house with homegrown pickles last summer. At least the grandkids seem to think pickles go with everything now. My neighbor once called me “Ms. Fix-a-Fence” after I patched up his chicken coop with duct tape and yarn. Has anyone else been called something ridiculous after a prepping

“The Canning Queenpin” has a nice ring to it—maybe I’ll steal that one next time I’m drowning in elderberry syrup jars! I’ve definitely had “Herb Hoarder” tossed my way; apparently, having twelve types of mint is considered excessive? And after patching my greenhouse roof with old tea towels, I got dubbed “Patchwork Patty.” That yarn and duct tape combo could be the next prepper trend, CrimsonWren145! Anyone else have a nickname that stuck just because of one wild afternoon project gone sideways?

 

[MeadowWhisperer]

Patchwork Patty is gold—might have to go with “The Mulch Marauder” since you’ll find me stealing leaves for compost from every neighbor’s yard. How many types of mint is too many, anyway?