Lets Talk Bees
I'll be doing a class project in biology for/about bumble bees.
We observe them on plants outside. We went over the process and what type of bees we'd be looking for yesterday.
Here are some things you should know about me ad bees:
1. I can tolerate them
2. I don't like them in my room
3. If they are outside I'm fine, if they're not it's another story
This morning made these thoughts quite clear, and make you understand why on earth I'm talking about Bees.
Well let's see, it was a new day, and a late start. I finally got out of bed right after my mom left, I didn't have to be anywhere early, but apparently she did. For the next half hour everything is fine, eat breakfast, change into real people clothes (or not Pj's) and do hygiene.
Then at some point I look down and realize that I had yet to change my socks. In what I've learned, if you are wearing black shoes, you wear black socks so in this case I have 6 pair of black socks in my drawer waiting for me to wear black shoes, a single white sock, and some colorful ones which I don't wear unless I'm in need of socks.
I pick up two black socks, take my old socks off, put one black sock on, no problem. Put the second black sock on and I feel something on my toe. I pull my foot out, and swear that my sock is moving, I mean I might have been shaking to find there was something in my sock but not as much as my sock was moving.
In curiosity, I turn the sock inside out to find a bee, big black and HUGE. You know me, the first thing I did was scream, and panic, and scream some more, all of this happening in a few short minutes.
My thought is okay, now I have to kill it. You'd think killing a bee was like killing a spider, and I've mastered that skill, but no it's not. I grab my shoe smash it against the bee which is sitting on my bed, because in my bright mind that is where you find out what the random thing in your sock is, the bed.
So smash. Press down hard on the inside of the shoe making sure that it got the bee hard. Lift up shoe, and bee is still moving. More freaking out on my part.
That and I'm freaking out about my toe. Was it stung, is it infected, I just gave a bee my toe, what is going to happen to it. All of these things running through my head, trying to remember what type of Bee it was, and if it's dangerous. Also, I don't remember if I've ever been stung by a bee, or know if I'm allergic, and being home alone wasn't quite helpful. Ran my foot/toe hoping it would work, if it did or not is another story, even right now I'm not sure, it just seemed logical.
We observe them on plants outside. We went over the process and what type of bees we'd be looking for yesterday.
Here are some things you should know about me ad bees:
1. I can tolerate them
2. I don't like them in my room
3. If they are outside I'm fine, if they're not it's another story
This morning made these thoughts quite clear, and make you understand why on earth I'm talking about Bees.
Well let's see, it was a new day, and a late start. I finally got out of bed right after my mom left, I didn't have to be anywhere early, but apparently she did. For the next half hour everything is fine, eat breakfast, change into real people clothes (or not Pj's) and do hygiene.
Then at some point I look down and realize that I had yet to change my socks. In what I've learned, if you are wearing black shoes, you wear black socks so in this case I have 6 pair of black socks in my drawer waiting for me to wear black shoes, a single white sock, and some colorful ones which I don't wear unless I'm in need of socks.
I pick up two black socks, take my old socks off, put one black sock on, no problem. Put the second black sock on and I feel something on my toe. I pull my foot out, and swear that my sock is moving, I mean I might have been shaking to find there was something in my sock but not as much as my sock was moving.
In curiosity, I turn the sock inside out to find a bee, big black and HUGE. You know me, the first thing I did was scream, and panic, and scream some more, all of this happening in a few short minutes.
My thought is okay, now I have to kill it. You'd think killing a bee was like killing a spider, and I've mastered that skill, but no it's not. I grab my shoe smash it against the bee which is sitting on my bed, because in my bright mind that is where you find out what the random thing in your sock is, the bed.
So smash. Press down hard on the inside of the shoe making sure that it got the bee hard. Lift up shoe, and bee is still moving. More freaking out on my part.
That and I'm freaking out about my toe. Was it stung, is it infected, I just gave a bee my toe, what is going to happen to it. All of these things running through my head, trying to remember what type of Bee it was, and if it's dangerous. Also, I don't remember if I've ever been stung by a bee, or know if I'm allergic, and being home alone wasn't quite helpful. Ran my foot/toe hoping it would work, if it did or not is another story, even right now I'm not sure, it just seemed logical.
Now back to the bee. It's sitting in my room under my shoe on my bed. My next thought is if I smash it enough times it'll die. Wrong! It just made the bee angry enough to buzz, and buzz, and buzz and come out from under my shoe. Now more panic! There was a bee free from my shoe and more then able to fly around my room and the house. Great, just great! During this whole thing I'm sure I scared my cats enough for them to wonder why I was screaming so much. It seemed after that that every little thing freaked me out, the holes in my t-shirt I thought was something. It just wasn't anything good. I was home alone and there was a bee in the house.
Of course after I had made the bee really mad and he had come out from under my shoe I did pick up the phone and call my mom. Ring, ring, ring- voice mail. Great, just what I need. So instead I leave her a voice mail of me freaking out in hopes that she'll call back as soon as she could and help me through this. I didn't know what to do, well I'm sure I did I was just in panic mode and to busy watching the bee.
So in all logic I try my best to not come in contact with the bee and keep getting ready for school. I'll tell you now that really didn't work out well. I was scared to be in my room because of a stupid bee, but can you blame me. Buzz, buzz, buzz. I didn't know where it was or where it was going. I know it liked the light, but I wasn't going to look into the light to see if that was where the bee was, I was smart enough for that. That was the smart thing, of course the not so smart thing was to pick up my body spray which probably smells amazing to a bee and spray it, I heard the bee before I sprayed, freaked out, screamed some more and ran out of my room. Ahh!
Ten to ten my mom calls. Thank goodness. Of course by that time I had grabbed everything I needed for school, and was in the mind set that I wasn't coming home after school, or at least not in my room since I had locked the Bee in my room, or closed it in my room. When I had told my mom that it was locked in my room, she proved my logic wrong. A bee can apparently go under the door when it is closed, which should have been obvious to me when it came out from under my shoe.
She said, open the blinds, let it see the light fly to the window and kill it then. Thank you mom. Blinds open, window open, the Bee didn't move. Was it dead? I go pick up an encyclopedia volume and wack it against the bee. It started moving, nope not dead, but still not going toward the window. Next idea, and it seemed to be a smart one was to lift the object the bee was apparently attached to and bring it outside. Very logical.
Walk slowly, carefully, and still watching the bee. Got it outside. Dropped the magazine which was the steady surface holding my scarf, which is what the Bee really wanted. Everything hit the ground. The bee still attached to my scarf. I pick up the magazine and bring it inside, while the scarf and bee are still outside. Come back out shake the scarf, and hope that that got the bee away, a five minute exam of the scarf meant I was clear. Thank goodness.
That was my eventful morning which I hope never happens again. Now for anyone who is wondering I am wearing the white sock that I knew was clear of any bees and the first sock I had put on. I wasn't trusting any of the other black socks. Bee's please stay away from my socks, and this won't have to happen again. Thank you.
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