When Not to Panic
July 1st, 2008 by Honey
It’s hot in Portland these days. It’s no wonder, really, that I rode up to my house sticky and sweaty on my bicycle yesterday. I was feeling thirsty and a little light headed as I attached my bike to Agent’s engineered rack on the side of the house.
I ambled up the stairs to the front door and had removed one shoe when I noticed a bumblebee flying in large circles around me, just like a hungry shark, except a bit more bumbly. Agent and the dogs stood safely inside the house with the screen door closed. The bee’s arc swung closer to me until I was dodging and maneuvering all over the porch. I begged Agent to open the door and let me in, but she logically refused. She yelled at me to run down the stairs and confuse the bee, but I was too slow. Just as I was about to head off the porch, the bee flew into my hair.
Sidenote: In case you didn’t know, I’m attempting to grow out my hair. You can see a recent photo of me at http://www.myspace.com/koencidence. It could be that my hair is now longer than it has been since I was 19 years old. It feels real funny already, all this stuff on my head, without a bee attempting to fly around in it.
So I panicked a little. I started screaming and tried to roughly bat the buzzing creature out of my sweaty hair. I ran down the stairs, but it was too late. The bee was mad. It flew into my neck and let me have it.
Oh, the pain. And the bee continued to fly around! Still freaking out, I ripped off my teeshirt and started running around in front of the house in my sports bra and with only one sneaker on my feet. How embarrassing! By the time I finally got into the house, I was crying real tears. It’s been a long time since I was stung, and it hurt more than I remembered (in more ways than one). Ouch.
