OMG! What am I going to do?!?
A couple days ago I was lying in bed watching a movie and I felt something crawl on my finger.
My first instinct is to freak first, ask questions later. So I did that.
I jumped out of bed, okay, no, I roll-fell out of bed shaking my hand as hard as I could trying to get what ever it was off my finger. The top of my body was on the floor; my legs were caught in the blankets still on the bed.
It was hanging on to my finger and I had to more whip my hand than shake it. That turned out to be painful later. During this, I was screaming Del! while still trying to escape what-ever it was on my finger.
Del couldnt hear me from the living room. Piggy the cat did and came and sat on my chest. I dont know how that was supposed to help.
So, I did eventually whip it off my finger and it landed in the bed on my remote control. I ran to the living room and screamed as loud as I could at Del. Help! Help!
He wasnt happy when he found out I scared the heck out of him and there was no ax murderer in the bed room, just a bee.
From the condition of the bed room he could tell it put up a heck of a fight.
So he killed it and I saw him do that. I watched him put the bee corpse in the trash. I was still squeamish but he kept telling me everything was going to be fine, it was gone, quit being a baby.
The following night, I hear bee hitting the window sounds and ONLY because it was 3:30 am I took my pillow and went to sleep on the couch instead of waking Del up to kill it.
I left a note for Del in the bathroom that read Had to go, another bee in bedroom. Please kill it before you leave for work. When he kissed me goodbye I asked him in my sleepy haze if he did as he was instructed and he said he did.
Later in the afternoon, I went back to the bedroom to get the laundry and there was a bee on the window blind.
I left the house until Del came home.
When he walked into the house, I yelled at him, You LIED!
He yelled back No I DIDNT! What are we yelling about?
I told him that the bee was back, he didn't kill it. He said he did kill the one that morning, this one was a new one.
I would have lived a much longer life if he had never told me that.
He killed the new one bringing the bee death toll to 3.
But we live in the State of Maine; it is starting to get colder so the bees have to die off. Right?
Wrong! Yesterday, I trapped another on in the bedroom by shutting the door and its little friend under a coffee cup in the hallway. That was the scariest thing I have ever had to do.
Del killed those, bringing the new bee death toll to 5 and told me he would look to see where they were coming from.
He didn't. Because if he did, I wouldnt be sitting here right now with my bedroom barracked with a laundry basket, blanket and piggy standing guard at the door.
As I type this, there are NINE bees in there! NINE! Why? Its getting colder, why dont they die?
I called Del at work and he promised me he would get rid of the nest as soon as he found it tonight. Now we are talking about a nest?!? How did a nest get inside my house?
Im leaving. I will be back if my husband keeps his promise. If not, I will be living in my truck. I know there are no bees in there.
A couple days ago I was lying in bed watching a movie and I felt something crawl on my finger.
My first instinct is to freak first, ask questions later. So I did that.
I jumped out of bed, okay, no, I roll-fell out of bed shaking my hand as hard as I could trying to get what ever it was off my finger. The top of my body was on the floor; my legs were caught in the blankets still on the bed.
It was hanging on to my finger and I had to more whip my hand than shake it. That turned out to be painful later. During this, I was screaming Del! while still trying to escape what-ever it was on my finger.
Del couldnt hear me from the living room. Piggy the cat did and came and sat on my chest. I dont know how that was supposed to help.
So, I did eventually whip it off my finger and it landed in the bed on my remote control. I ran to the living room and screamed as loud as I could at Del. Help! Help!
He wasnt happy when he found out I scared the heck out of him and there was no ax murderer in the bed room, just a bee.
From the condition of the bed room he could tell it put up a heck of a fight.
So he killed it and I saw him do that. I watched him put the bee corpse in the trash. I was still squeamish but he kept telling me everything was going to be fine, it was gone, quit being a baby.
The following night, I hear bee hitting the window sounds and ONLY because it was 3:30 am I took my pillow and went to sleep on the couch instead of waking Del up to kill it.
I left a note for Del in the bathroom that read Had to go, another bee in bedroom. Please kill it before you leave for work. When he kissed me goodbye I asked him in my sleepy haze if he did as he was instructed and he said he did.
Later in the afternoon, I went back to the bedroom to get the laundry and there was a bee on the window blind.
I left the house until Del came home.
When he walked into the house, I yelled at him, You LIED!
He yelled back No I DIDNT! What are we yelling about?
I told him that the bee was back, he didn't kill it. He said he did kill the one that morning, this one was a new one.
I would have lived a much longer life if he had never told me that.
He killed the new one bringing the bee death toll to 3.
But we live in the State of Maine; it is starting to get colder so the bees have to die off. Right?
Wrong! Yesterday, I trapped another on in the bedroom by shutting the door and its little friend under a coffee cup in the hallway. That was the scariest thing I have ever had to do.
Del killed those, bringing the new bee death toll to 5 and told me he would look to see where they were coming from.
He didn't. Because if he did, I wouldnt be sitting here right now with my bedroom barracked with a laundry basket, blanket and piggy standing guard at the door.
As I type this, there are NINE bees in there! NINE! Why? Its getting colder, why dont they die?
I called Del at work and he promised me he would get rid of the nest as soon as he found it tonight. Now we are talking about a nest?!? How did a nest get inside my house?
Im leaving. I will be back if my husband keeps his promise. If not, I will be living in my truck. I know there are no bees in there.



