When Bees Attack...

We spent all day at the beach yesterday. (Do find above a traveling out and traveling back song!). Then I came home, poured the sand out of every bag, blanket, shoe, ass crack and ear and made a nice dinner. Then I sprawled face down on the sofa and surprised myself by crashing out for about 20 minutes. A power cat nap if you will.

Anyway, then I loaded young adult type smaller people into my car and took them to a sleepover. When we arrived I noticed a huge bee was in the yard. I mean huge. The size of a humming bird. Okay, maybe the size of a cicada! Anyway, I visited with MIL and SIL and nephew before crawling--I mean climbing--back into my SUV to head home.

I was half down the long and windy road rocking out to Disturbed when I put my hand in my now-long hair and bwah! My brain didn't even register BIG BEE STOWAWAY IN YOUR HAIR! before I flung it across the damn car. Then I felt bad, we are having issues with our bees, don't you know. (No really, google it) Then I realized my impromptu passenger was not flying inside my car--so, stunned or dead. Then I realized that if it was only stunned when it became unstunned it was gonna be piss-ed-off. So I pulled onto the shoulder--quite a site--door open, legs hanging out the door trying to capture giant pterodactyl sized bee into my vitamin water bottle. But I did it! I got it in and then turned and tossed it out into the dried up brown, drought grass on the side of the road.

Tada! No sting and am humanitarian type person in the bee kingdom. And bonus: I did not wreck the car. Ole!

Here's hoping today is a bit more uneventful. (o_O)

XOXO
Sommer