Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Naked and Afraid
Last week Tim and I noticed a bunch of bees making their way behind a piece of vinyl siding at the back of our house. Tim is allergic, so of course we made him get a closer look while Margaret and I hid in the house and peered through the window.
We weren't sure where they were heading inside the house until they started showing up in the master bathroom. This, by the way, is not close to the back of the house at all, so now I'm wondering what kind of creepy pipelines and tunnels exist between here and there.
I've started checking for wayward bees before hopping in the shower, but three times lately, I've encountered a bee while in my most vulnerable state. Even the two puppies guarding me from the bathmat can't come to my rescue when I find myself naked as a jaybird, in a glass enclosure, being circled by a bee.
I am truly naked and afraid, but thus far the score is Bees: 0 Anna: 3.
p.s. Bee lovers, please count me among you in my ardent admiration of God's creatures, unless I'm naked.