I was THIS close to being stung by a bee

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I’ve never been stung by a bee in my life and I would like to keep it that way. But one day not too long ago, I was WAY too close for comfort. I was in the basement taking my laundry out of the dryer  when I saw a bumble bee on a jacket. The bee was between me and the door. I didn’t know what to do …I tried to squish it with the jacket but it started flying in the air and towards me. When it went down lower (about 1ft off the ground) I took a running start and jumped over it. If it was videotaped and in slow motion it would have looked like some mid-air karate kick lunge. This was all while I was yelling “help” and everyone in the house thought I was dying or something.

So after I got out of the laundry room with no laundry I forced my brother to take on the bee. We had no bug spray so he went down into the room with lavender spray and counter top cleaner. He wasn’t too sure if he killed the bee but he estimated that he sprayed the lavender spray about 20 times and I’m not sure about the countertop cleaner. He also retrieved my laundry which now smells heavily of lavender.

I told my brother he was my hero but wondered how the bumblebee got into the basement. He admitted that “it’s probably my fault” since about a week prior to this incident, when I wasn’t at home he got locked out the house.  So in order to get into the house he broke down the basement door. Smart kid (note the sarcasm). He even demonstrated how he broke it down, he used the force of his hips repeatedly and swung them around in a circular motion whacking them into the door once every revolution.

He didn’t tell anyone what he did; I’m not sure why because my dad definitely found out the night of the bee incident. At first my dad thought someone had broken into the house, but when he found out it was my brother….that was interesting.

Although the male child makes a lot of stupid decisions,  I still love the kid. He just needs to grow up!!

Home Sweet Home

I arrived home and everyone is happy to see me. Everyone wants a lot of my time before I go off in about a week to a research program in another state.

I was going to introduce my family to my blog, but I’ve been somewhat hesitant. I like the comfort of blogging anonymously. I was going to tell my mom first, she’d probably be the most intrigued. But then I realized she might not know what a blog was:

Me: Mom, do you happen to know what a blog is?
Mom: Is it like that Chuck Norris stuff?

WTF??? I knew this conversation could get interesting and

Me: No mom. I’m referring to the internet.
Mom: Ohh…
Me: So what about Twitter?
Mom: Is it like when you get cold and you start shaking?

This was getting too good.

Me: Do you know what facebook is?
Mom: Is it some type of cat?

Needless to say I didn’t want to overwhelm her and say I have a blog. She’d probably go into describing some internet horror stories she has heard. And continue by telling me how dangerous the internet could be and how I could be kidnapped.