For your amusement...a story...
TRUFAX:
I went out shopping today. When I came home, I had several bags from the stores of my various adventures. Keys in hand, I reach for the door only to FREEZE.
There is a BEE on my doorbell.
A BIG FURRY BEE on my doorbell.
Which is inconveniently next to the handle I had been about to grab.
I step back several paces and begin to debate.
You see, it's not just the fact that there is a BEE on my doorbell. It's the question of can I get the outer door open, the inner door unlocked, and myself and shopping inside while battling the 4 animals on the other side of the door trying to get out, while not letting said BEE inside house and not getting stung.
I look at the BEE again. And realize it's HUMPING my doorbell.
And the 12 year old in me giggles at the idea of BEE sex.
But the problem still remains.
There is a BEE on my doorbell.
I decide I can kill another hour shopping. But, as I get back to my car, I look back in time to see said BEE fly away. I watched carefully for its direction and flight path before I went back to the door.
I ignored my befouled doorbell, and still fumbled my way into the house as quickly as I could.
Bee End.
For the record: no, I am not allergic to bees, at least, not that I am aware of. I've just managed all my life to avoid having been stung....and I think I would like to keep it that way....
Okay, I can hear you laughing from there. I told you it would be funny.