Today had the hint of summer in it, so I went to the state park to enjoy the beach. I was there a couple days ago too, but I consider this my first official day at the beach because I actually wore my bathing suit and put on suntan lotion! The water is still freezing, but it is perfect for sitting on the beach and looking at it. I took the short trail that goes straight down to the beach (as opposed to winding all over the place before depositing you onto the shoreline) because I prefer the more secluded spots. Too many people ruins the effect, unless you are yourself going with a group. I like to take the trail down also because it gets me in the right frame of mind for beach enjoying. My cares and distractions slowly peel away with every step closer to the gentle, pounding surf.
I brought along Ted Dekker's thriller Thr3e to read. It's insanely good, I can hardly put it down. (I had to force myself to finally turn out the lights in the wee hours of this morning). I was engrossed in the growing web of evil with the warm sun on my back and the pound of the waves in my ear, when I was accosted by a huge bumblebee. This freaked me out a bit, but I managed to go back to my reading with a partial eye out for bumblebees. My next visitor, however, was much stranger. He looked like a black wasp and had the uncanny ability to fold his tail end up so he looked something like a scorpion. I was thoroughly disgusted and yet intrigued by his strange nature. He left, but returned sometime later and pestered me until put Dekker's novel to good use. It took only...three hits or so to make sure he was good and dead!
Upon arriving home, I engaged in conversation with my brother Dave (which is always a mental adventure). I told him about the strange creature that seemed to be a bee, but not be a bee. He knew exactly what I was talking about from his landscaping days. In his experience of them, they are not as easily agravated as wasps, although they do have stingers (which I had noticed). They are, in his words, like easy-going bees.
If you see any easy-going bees this summer, know you can shoo them and kill them a little easier, but they have the capacity to sting!
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I have a great fear of bees (don't know if that phobia's been covered on Chris' site yet).
Funny you should mention bees! Just this morning, I was shaving and moved my towel on the counter a bit to find a wasp fly out of the towel! He landed on the wallclock and he met his fate via the same towel he flew out of.
Being a bee phobic, I'm trying to figure out where he got in. I've had the window open lately, but there's a screen. He may have come through the ceiling fan from the attic. I'll have to look around my eaves to check for bee traffic. I'm always checking for bee traffic this time of the year! YIKES!!
Oh my word! If he wouldn't have flown out and you would have put that towel on your face...
Thanks for your comments on my site.
We have been so blessed by our friends I am left speechless.
remember all those bees at our campsite? it was uncanny. they were all over our tent, my car, and swarming up in the tree above us! there could be a movie made with our collective bee experiences. you know, one of those twisted horror films!!
jeff could be the star...the unsuspecting man who is contantly, almost deliberately, attacked by bees. ooohhhh...i'm freaked already.
There is a movie about that. I think it's called "Attack of the Killer Bees". It's a 1980 movie, kinda freaky. I remember one scene where people are parked in a car on a football field and they are being attacked by all these bees. Yuk!
..I'm feeling light headed with all the bee talk.....
Happy thoughts - think happy thoughts Jeff!
I remember! It was like a nightmare. I think we counted over a dozen bees on your car alone at one time, not to mention the ones on mine and the tent and, oh, just everything.
I watched a special once about these bees that let out a warning if they are in trouble and all the other bees will come to help. One guy started swatting at one and he got swarmed, I mean you couldn't even see this guy past all the bees. By the time he made it to the neighbors door he died.
His stomach and throat and every other opening were packed with bees and...well...maybe I should just stop there. Sorry Jeff.
I'm glad to know there's more than just one kind of mellow bee (the other being the native honeybee). Bees are important for pollinating, honey, and pest control but much better far away from where I might happen to be. When I worked for Blue Water, my boyfriend who worked there was allergic to bees. Yellow jackets swarmed the boats in the spring when the oak trees leaked sap from their leaves?(flowers?). I think they eat it. My bf couldn't work on the boats then, so he sent me armed with a fly-swatter (offense) and a spray can of carb cleaner (defense). The numbers declined significantly but the problem didn't go away until my brother found the nest and got rid of them. I'm glad we don't have any killer bees around here!
anna, i remember that story about bees who could send a warning if they were in trouble. it went through my head as i deliberated on whether or not to kill this bee. eventually my need to save myself from this one surpassed any fear of a potential swarm!
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Oh, I just noticed on Chris' site that the fear of bees is called Melissophobia.
i wonder if a girl named melissa was the first one treated by a psychologist for this phobia. i can't think of any other rational reason why a phobia of bees would be called this.
It is rather odd come to think of it. I think your theory is sounds logical.
i wonder if chris has a way to find out origins of phobias?
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