I've had a few chance encounters with my least favorite part of God's creation this week. *edit, there are currently some other of God's creations that are vying for the "least favorite creation" slot, so it's really a toss up with them all jockeying for position as they do*
#1 Thursday I was walking with my secretary to the parking garage. You know when you get that feeling like, something's tickling you - it originated in the clavicle/sternum region - I swiped at it a couple times and finally realized it was not a hair, or fuzz or whatever other random textile. This tickle had legs and an exoskeleton.
So, I'm flailing around the stairwell in the parking gargage, digging around in my shirt like Capt. Jack for buried rum. All the while, trying to retrieve the creature that has inappropriately found himself in my shirt. Little did I know I had a small audience. I'm purddy sure they mighta saw more than I'da liked um to. However, it had to be done. I'm only sorry I didn't charge admission to the show.
#2 Today, I saw my first bumble bee (at least what I call a bumble bee, the black and yellow furry one) of the season. It was buzzing around the garage when I walked outside this afternoon.
I smiled and thought to myself, "yea spring, no more blizzards, no more shoveling the driveway, no more pushing my car out of snow drifts, whilst being driven by a northerner that knows less about driving in snow than I!", and went to workin' in the flower bed.
Then my friend the bee came back over to say hi and stung me on my ah, dorsal side. Bumble was not a friendly bee. His less than cordial greeting left me no choice. I killed him. I'm not sorry for any part of that course of action.
I hate bugs, especially the ones that get fresh and in doing so cause public humiliation and/or sneak up on you and bite areas that have no need of swelling.
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See, this is why I don't go outside.
I too am not a fan of bugs! Last week while on a walk we saw a snake and I was the only one that "freaked" out about it! I'm sorry you actually got stung!!! Everything else about spring is wonderful though:)
Harsh. On all accounts.
What?! You got stung by a bee????How come I have to go on your blog to find out about what happening to you?!!!
And...what do you mean, I don't know how to drive??? Oh my...we need to spending some time doing the roomie bonding thing.
J you just started living with me again yesterday! Sorry, it wasn't a kidney transplant, just a bee sting.
And, well, we had fun driving in the blizzard, remember how much fun it was, pushing the mexican guy out of our way and trying to get out of the drive way and my making you jump in the car while rolling b/c I wasn't about to stop! Remember, FUN, IT WAS FUN! YEA, FUN!
While gardening...had a cat once that started a fight with a bumble bee. We all went inside and left them at it. About 1/2 hour later we let the cat in.
So, I guess you're not supposed to swat at or wag your tail at a bee eh? Lesson learned. :)
Sorry you got stung for no reason.
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