Target Practice
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jianantonicAmong other things, I have an irrational fear of bees. I'd always been told "if you don't bother them, they won't bother you," but it took me a long time to warm up to that idea. And the very day that I finally fully embraced that thought, and told my 8-year-old buddies on the playground at summer camp not to be afraid of the bees on the swing set, because they won't sting you if you don't bug them, that very day, I tell you, I got stung by a hornet, forever solidifying my fear of things that sting.
I've actually been stung a few times since then, and I know that I'm not allergic, and as an adult, it's not nearly as painful as it was when I was a kid, but that doesn't matter. The minute I let my guard down, one of those fuckers is gonna get me again, I just know it. And it will hurt even worse than I'm expecting it to, because it'll probably get me somewhere sensitive like the back of the knee.
That is why, when I noticed a giant bumble bee buzzing around my office this afternoon, I ran out of the room shrieking like the silly little girl that I am. The two most macho guys in the office, Kevin and Nate (this will be funny to you if you know the guys in my office), decided to come to my rescue and remove the bee. I told them not to kill it, just get it out of here. Kevin said "Oh, no, you don't try to relocate a bee. That's when you do get stung." Fine, fine...I don't like to promote killing or violence of any kind, but between me and the bee, I say the bee goes. Our ceilings are about eleven feet high, though, and the bee was hanging out up there. No newspaper swatting was going to do the trick. So Nate comes out with an arsenal of rubber bands. After three "warning shots" (misses), Nate nailed that bee square in the stripes, and it crashed lifeless onto the floor. Even though I'm terrified of the things, I have to say I was a little sad that they actually killed it. But huge style points to Nate for his method.
In other news: taxes are done. I owe a bit but I'm just glad that stressor is behind me.
Peace.
I've actually been stung a few times since then, and I know that I'm not allergic, and as an adult, it's not nearly as painful as it was when I was a kid, but that doesn't matter. The minute I let my guard down, one of those fuckers is gonna get me again, I just know it. And it will hurt even worse than I'm expecting it to, because it'll probably get me somewhere sensitive like the back of the knee.
That is why, when I noticed a giant bumble bee buzzing around my office this afternoon, I ran out of the room shrieking like the silly little girl that I am. The two most macho guys in the office, Kevin and Nate (this will be funny to you if you know the guys in my office), decided to come to my rescue and remove the bee. I told them not to kill it, just get it out of here. Kevin said "Oh, no, you don't try to relocate a bee. That's when you do get stung." Fine, fine...I don't like to promote killing or violence of any kind, but between me and the bee, I say the bee goes. Our ceilings are about eleven feet high, though, and the bee was hanging out up there. No newspaper swatting was going to do the trick. So Nate comes out with an arsenal of rubber bands. After three "warning shots" (misses), Nate nailed that bee square in the stripes, and it crashed lifeless onto the floor. Even though I'm terrified of the things, I have to say I was a little sad that they actually killed it. But huge style points to Nate for his method.
In other news: taxes are done. I owe a bit but I'm just glad that stressor is behind me.
Peace.
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