So, I'm mowing my lawn for the first time in months (That's what no rain for a long time gets ya), and I realize a split second after seeing my neighbors daughter staring at me somewhat intently (Don't know if she saw the bees or what), that I hear bees at my ears. So, my manly survival instincts kicked in. Let me tell ya, there's not many more emasculating events than stopping mowing and running from bees... Cause your neighbors don't see the bees, they just see you stopping the lawn mower and running across the yard... Flailing your arms around your head and screaming like a little girl. (For those that have met me, imagine that, those that haven't, imagine a 6'10", 350lb man doing that, and you got it) Well, I stopped, thinking I was in the clear... I wasn't, they were still flying around me, So I bolted inside the house. Got away from the flyers... But not the landers. Had one fly off me, so I swatted him dead. While looking for him, I realized there were 3 on the front of my pants... Swatted them dead. Then I realized, if they're on my pants, they're on my shirt. Took it off, sure enough, at least 3.1 flew out of my now inside out shirt, swatted him dead. Picked it up, another one flew out, swatted him dead. VERY carefully picked up the shirt, looked inside, saw at least one more, and slowly put the shirt in the washing machine to drowned the bastids, and I feel a sharp stinging pain on my ankle. Sure enough, one got INSIDE my sock. Got him out, swatted him to death, and was FINALLY done.
So, for those keeping count...
Bees: 1
Ben: at least 8, maybe more inside the washer... and even more when I figure out how I'm getting rid of those bastids that are in the in-ground nest.
Hayabusa.org family: Hopefully 1 good read and a good laugh.
So, for those keeping count...
Bees: 1
Ben: at least 8, maybe more inside the washer... and even more when I figure out how I'm getting rid of those bastids that are in the in-ground nest.
Hayabusa.org family: Hopefully 1 good read and a good laugh.