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So. Vacation, I sleep either on the porch, the study, or the living room. The grandparents' have this rollout bed which is awesome and comfy and warm and stuff so yeah~
This particular weekend, I've camped out in the living room. Where, approximately six minutes ago, a bee came through.
Mind you, I don't flip over bees, but I prefer them outside any day. I open the door. And the damn thing is making circles across the freaking room, eeeeedging toward the door and then WHOOSHING to the other side. Soon I'm talking at the thing and telling it "No, you idiot, that way, the door!"
My Uncle's giggling his pants off btw and he goes "Chasey, you gotta talk bee! Bees don't speak, they wiggle their butts!"
In my exasperation, I do a buttwiggle and point at the door.
THE BEE ZOOMS STRAIGHT OUTSIDE NO QUESTIONS ASKED.
WHAT.
This particular weekend, I've camped out in the living room. Where, approximately six minutes ago, a bee came through.
Mind you, I don't flip over bees, but I prefer them outside any day. I open the door. And the damn thing is making circles across the freaking room, eeeeedging toward the door and then WHOOSHING to the other side. Soon I'm talking at the thing and telling it "No, you idiot, that way, the door!"
My Uncle's giggling his pants off btw and he goes "Chasey, you gotta talk bee! Bees don't speak, they wiggle their butts!"
In my exasperation, I do a buttwiggle and point at the door.
THE BEE ZOOMS STRAIGHT OUTSIDE NO QUESTIONS ASKED.
WHAT.