Or, Bees and Technology
My plans for a morning of studying and efficient organizing are often thwarted. I often catch up with my friends in Afghanistan or other U.S. early risers via IM and chat with them until I realize that it’s time to go to class.
Today was the same, except I blame it on the bee. I walked in to my living room to find the largest, scariest bee I had ever seen. Fortunately, it was fuzzy bumblebee. Which means they don’t have stingers.
I shrieked, ran back to my bedroom and informed my two chat buddies (CB1 & CB2).
me: there's a bee in my house, brb!
CB#1: ? are you gonna run outside??
or kill it?
rather what have you done?
then again, if you've run outside this line of questioning is moot.
me: no, it's a bumble bee
me: i ran away and squealed
i'm locked in my room now and i have a window open
i'm hoping he understands what to do
CB#1 quickly found out that bumblebees do have stingers. CB#2 told me to not leave the window open for too long as other bumblebees may come in.
I started to sweat and nearly started crying.
I ran to the living room, swatted at it with a broom, shrieked, ran back into my bedroom and chatted with CB#1 and CB#2.
I finally swatted at it and dramatically pushed it towards the window. My hands shook as I closed the window. I don’t think it died. It was scrappy. It wouldn’t die when I tried to hit it with the broom.
I’m going to school early today.