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The setting:
mum and i are laying out in the sun. she in her makeshift bikini, i in my unbearably cute pineapple one. around us, a bee keeps buzzing and landing - then looping around the general vicinity only to arrive back to its perch on my/her foot. we are annoyed. i am borderline nervous.
dana: momola, you have a bee on your foot
mum: *kicking it away* oh thanks, keep an eye out for me.
time passes.
dana: mummy, that bee is back.
we both kick. i watch it make a figure 8 high in the air and come back down to us
dana: OH MY GOD. seriously mom, its doing it on purpose! i cant stay out here in these conditions. OH my GOD mom its trying to STING ME.
mum: its a wasp, honey.. they bite. not sting.
dana: ARE YOU KIDDING ME! dont correct me when im near DEATH, MOTHER!
the bee lands on me and i get up and go to the kitchen, muttering something about icedtea and 'if it's still there when i come back....'
mum, coming into the house, says: dane, no wonder that bee was passive aggressively lashing out! there was a hive under your chair!
im stunned into silence
dana: were there bees buzzing about?
mum: yes, it fell off the chair and was being swarmed right under your bum! im going to go get the spray.
im shocked. so shocked i had to tell you people about it.
and now im thinking, shit.. do i have to move my tanning spot to the other deck? cause i was really comfy...
mum and i are laying out in the sun. she in her makeshift bikini, i in my unbearably cute pineapple one. around us, a bee keeps buzzing and landing - then looping around the general vicinity only to arrive back to its perch on my/her foot. we are annoyed. i am borderline nervous.
dana: momola, you have a bee on your foot
mum: *kicking it away* oh thanks, keep an eye out for me.
time passes.
dana: mummy, that bee is back.
we both kick. i watch it make a figure 8 high in the air and come back down to us
dana: OH MY GOD. seriously mom, its doing it on purpose! i cant stay out here in these conditions. OH my GOD mom its trying to STING ME.
mum: its a wasp, honey.. they bite. not sting.
dana: ARE YOU KIDDING ME! dont correct me when im near DEATH, MOTHER!
the bee lands on me and i get up and go to the kitchen, muttering something about icedtea and 'if it's still there when i come back....'
mum, coming into the house, says: dane, no wonder that bee was passive aggressively lashing out! there was a hive under your chair!
im stunned into silence
dana: were there bees buzzing about?
mum: yes, it fell off the chair and was being swarmed right under your bum! im going to go get the spray.
im shocked. so shocked i had to tell you people about it.
and now im thinking, shit.. do i have to move my tanning spot to the other deck? cause i was really comfy...