I just have to say...
Jun. 5th, 2009 09:18 pmI frakking hate bees.
Folks who know me RL are probably plenty aware by now that those things *scare* me, and how. Most of it stems from the fact that a comparatively large flying insect circling your head when you can't see is really rather nervous-making. I'm never sure if the buzzing thing divebombing me is a fly, a bee, a wasp, or what, and when said buzzing thing could potentially have a stinger... yeah. Scary stuff. Give me snakes and spiders and feral cats, but keep the bees to yourself!
Anyhow. This post does have a point. I was leaving my apartment this afternoon, going to get a tea from the place in the next road, and I stopped to let Bosco use the lawn-type facilities before getting under way. So I'm standing there, waiting for the fuzzball to finish what he has to, and all of a sudden I feel something on the back of my left hand. I figure it's either a strand of my hair or a piece of string -- random threads happen, and for those who haven't met me RL, my hair is both extremely thick and very, very long. So I go to brush whatever it is off.
Bad flipping idea, charlie.
Needless to say, that random thread/hair/whatever proceeds to sting me in the back of the hand. A half-second later I realize what this means. Cue me dropping the dog's leash and yelping 'Ah! Bloody hell!' very loudly. I'm seriously glad that Bosco was too interested in sniffing the grass right then to think about going anywhere. Good labbydog. :) I just hope my neighbors weren't too put off by hearing some random girl from up the block cursing in British English. There was totally muttering after that, because frakking ow, but at a much lower volume. A few seconds later someone passed me by, and when I apologized for my language to him he said, 'Oh. I didn't hear it.' Good sign, I think. We grumbled about bees together for a minute, and then he left.
Anyway. I wound up having that tea in the cafe in the next road instead of bringing it home with me. I was *not* taking any chances there; walking around with a sugary-ish drink, with or without a lid on, is just asking for an insect flyby, and I refused to run the risk of lifting my cup while walking home and drinking a bee instead of some chai. Shudder. And I swear that was a wasp or a hornet that got me, because the blasted thing still smarts even now. Stupid bees...
Right, that's my piece said. On a totally unrelated and much happier note, congrats to
ceitfianna on gradschool admission! :D If you ever feel like heading to Wisconsin from Michigan for a day or two, you can totally crash on my couch if your travels take you Madison-wards.
Folks who know me RL are probably plenty aware by now that those things *scare* me, and how. Most of it stems from the fact that a comparatively large flying insect circling your head when you can't see is really rather nervous-making. I'm never sure if the buzzing thing divebombing me is a fly, a bee, a wasp, or what, and when said buzzing thing could potentially have a stinger... yeah. Scary stuff. Give me snakes and spiders and feral cats, but keep the bees to yourself!
Anyhow. This post does have a point. I was leaving my apartment this afternoon, going to get a tea from the place in the next road, and I stopped to let Bosco use the lawn-type facilities before getting under way. So I'm standing there, waiting for the fuzzball to finish what he has to, and all of a sudden I feel something on the back of my left hand. I figure it's either a strand of my hair or a piece of string -- random threads happen, and for those who haven't met me RL, my hair is both extremely thick and very, very long. So I go to brush whatever it is off.
Bad flipping idea, charlie.
Needless to say, that random thread/hair/whatever proceeds to sting me in the back of the hand. A half-second later I realize what this means. Cue me dropping the dog's leash and yelping 'Ah! Bloody hell!' very loudly. I'm seriously glad that Bosco was too interested in sniffing the grass right then to think about going anywhere. Good labbydog. :) I just hope my neighbors weren't too put off by hearing some random girl from up the block cursing in British English. There was totally muttering after that, because frakking ow, but at a much lower volume. A few seconds later someone passed me by, and when I apologized for my language to him he said, 'Oh. I didn't hear it.' Good sign, I think. We grumbled about bees together for a minute, and then he left.
Anyway. I wound up having that tea in the cafe in the next road instead of bringing it home with me. I was *not* taking any chances there; walking around with a sugary-ish drink, with or without a lid on, is just asking for an insect flyby, and I refused to run the risk of lifting my cup while walking home and drinking a bee instead of some chai. Shudder. And I swear that was a wasp or a hornet that got me, because the blasted thing still smarts even now. Stupid bees...
Right, that's my piece said. On a totally unrelated and much happier note, congrats to
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Date: 2009-06-06 02:44 am (UTC)I'm actually allergic to bees so I can understand that fear. Oh yes I plan on visiting you at some point.
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Date: 2009-06-06 03:41 am (UTC)As for the visiting thing, aww. Yay! I was hoping I didn't come across as too weird there, as random offers of a place to land might've seemed a little... well anyhow. I'm a bit paranoid, hm? :) I'll totally show you around Madison if you get over this way, and other bits of southeast Wisconsin too if you're so inclined. It's a lovely area, even *grudgingly admits* in winter.
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Date: 2009-06-06 04:36 am (UTC)p.s. Your comments are still invisible.
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Date: 2009-06-06 05:48 am (UTC)Ack, invisible comments! I totally forgot about that. *attempts to fix that*
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Date: 2009-06-06 07:36 pm (UTC)As for leaving bits in... yicch! Not fun. Not fun at all. Thankfully I haven't had that experience yet, and hopefully I haven't just jinxed myself by saying so! You're reinforcing my belief that it was a wasp got me yesterday.