The Intruder(s)

Tonight, Dawn and I sat down to a delicious dinner of chicken and pasta, when I noticed how stinking HOT it was! 90 degree weather, where did you come from? It's only May! Thinking there might be a nice breeze outside (NOT true!), I opened the back door. Much to our dismay a little bee friend swooped in. Okay, one bee is not going to hurt anyone, right?! Well, he brought another bee friend with him. Dawn and I did our best to ignore these pesky little creatures, but to no avail. We were cleaning up after dinner, when Dawn turned her back and one of the bees DROPPED into the oblivion behind her. Neither of us do well with the insect or arachnid sort. So Dawn immediately ran toward me and turned around and screamed "IS THE BEE ON ME?" I didn't even want to look because I knew that bee was there somewhere and I knew that it was all my fault. And what if something happened to poor Dawn, my dear cousin and roommate. I didn't know if it would sting her. What if she was allergic? I looked at her back and there wasn't anything there, but then my eyes were drawn to her hair--and that is where I found the culprit! I whispered "yes, there is a bee in your hair" (okay, not so much of a whisper) and Dawn started jumping around asking where it was. When I wacked the bee with the magazine I had in my hand, the bee fell to the floor and snuck up on Dawn's sock. Dawn walked around yelling and I was worried about the darn thing stinging her. I couldn't watch and just yelled that it was "by your sock, not that foot, the other foot!" Dawn yanked off her sock and threw it. Come to find out, the poor bee was a bit dazed. (Imagine that, after all that craziness!). It couldn't move and Dawn calmly said we needed a shoe. I was a bit nervous about who was going to kill the bee. I just couldn't do it. To calm myself, I went a found the biggest, best bee-killer-shoe in the entire world...my knee high winter boot! I ran it downstairs and asked who was going to kill it. Well Dawn, that good roommate of mine, told me she would. She proceeded to put the boot on and then psyched herself up for the bee killing. She counted to 3 and smooshed it! Only, it wasn't quiet at all! It made the loudest crunching noise I have ever heard from a bug killing! Well, everything is good now, although we came home from an errand and found the bee still moving. So I told Dawn to talk really loudly and I finished killing the bee and sent it to its final resting place--the trash! Oh, and we can't find the other bee. Ahhh, the joys of spring...and pansy girls!