Tuesday, December 15, 2009

I hate Bees

I know that I have been stung one time in my life when I was around 6 or 7.  We were having an outdoor Easter celebration by a lake and I was wearing a dress.  Little did I know that one had flown up my dress and I sat down right on it.
I remember this vividly.
I was traumatized.
But to my recollection, I've never been stung again but I'm terrified of the darn things.  It has even made me afraid of all flying bugs in general.

I've had bees on my patio recently were flying by the door and keeping me from running inside to be safe.  I was screaming my head off and Allen was inside sitting on the couch watching me and just laughing.  I swear one day I'm going to have a heart attack due to bees.
Another time I was walking Daisy and one started to fly around me and I freaked and dropped Daisy's leash and ran back inside the apartment . . . all while screaming.  Thankfully Allen was outside with Bella at the time and he grabbed Daisy while I had my little bee meltdown. 

So flash forward to this weekend in Dallas and as I was packing my stuff up in the car, I had the trunk lid up and the passenger door open.  I was reaching for something on the floor board when I heard the buzzing.  I looked up to see a bee on my cup holder enjoying the sugar on my starbucks cup from the day before.  I screamed and jumped back only to almost fall down tripping on the curb.  I started to panic thinking "What am I going to do to get this pest out of here?"  Then I walked to the trunk to sit something down and saw another one fly past me into the trunk.
and now there's two.
So I decide to be brave and grab the starbucks cup really fast and trow it out the door.  All I did was piss him off.
I then decided to run inside and grabbed a fly swatter.  I took it outside and slammed it down on the cup holder where the lil' pest was attempting to find some more sugar substances.  I once again pissed him off when I missed him completely.  So I jumped back again and decided since he was pissed and flying around that I would walk around and open the driver's side door and try to get him to fly out.
I open it and  he came right at me!
I panicked again and tried to move my feet really quickly but they failed me.  I was backing up too fast and my shoes were slippery on the bottom so my feet went out from under me and I fell flat on my butt.
I sat there in the middle of the street laughing about how pathetic I am.
I think my fear of them is completely irrational but I can't help it.
They terrify me.

There are always bees in the front of the house so I decided to hop in the car and drive around to the alley and park in the driveway to finish packing up my car.
I screamed at a piece of fuzz that flew at me while driving the car to the back of the house.
I was a mess.

So I go back in the house from the back and go to the front door to close it and there are two pesky little bees flying at the glass (screen) door trying to get to me.
They wanted to kill me.

And all this time, all I can think about is how I'm going to be making this 3 hour drive back to Austin and there's a slight possibility that there's a bee still in my car.   I know if I were driving and one started buzzing around, I would more than likely crash from the terror.

I'm happy to let you know that I made it back to Austin unharmed and with no other bee sightings.

I just wanted to share my little story with y'all so that you could have a little laugh at my expense.
I will be here nursing my bruised butt for a few days if you need me.




1 comment:

Sara-Jane Elizabeth said...

Bees ARE AWFUL! And wasps. Nope. Not a fan! I am glad you made it out alive!

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