Tuesday, May 6, 2008

One Night Stand,
or You Knew What I Was When You Picked Me Up

There's been a bee in my room all day. I wasn't here much, so I let him have run of the place.

But now I am here, and I want to go to sleep. Apparently he does too, cause he just sidled up to the fan and seems to be rocking himself to sleep by its vibrations. I'm completely okay with that (and a little jealous), but I'm worried what will happen later. We may be bunkmates tonight, but will we still be friends in the morning?

(I've had an odd urge recently to let a bee sting me, to watch him do it without flinching. I've been visualizing it at stoplights and in lines.)

I'll let you know how this turns out.

4 comments:

The Hippo said...
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The Hippo said...

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Jennifer said...

NOOO! No stinging! The bee dies when he stings, and honeybees are in trouble!!! Resist, I say! Go choose a wasp instead!

Janssen said...

yikes, I am afraid of being stung by a bee.