Guest guest Report post Posted May 5, 2010 Dear All: Here is a little story I wish to share; one that literally brought a tear to my eye. My back porch has been swarming with flies...it's like Amityville at my house. I have been tolerant and kind. Yet too I have one of two mosquitos who buzz in my ear around 4am. I have crawled under my covers, and they still find their way in with their high pitched...tzbzzzzz. I awake with the tops of my feet and toes bitten. Ok fine, you've made your point I say...scratch, scrath, scrath, as I groggeling become mindful of Shakti. But today...a bee came buzzing inside. She got caught behind my blinds, and so trying to be a good mom to my dogs, I opened the blinds to shoo out the bee. But as I raised my arms to do so I comtemplated swatting it vs rescuing it. (I actually stood there and pictured how I just might do this and glanced around the room to see what I could use to either capture it or swat it). I was teetering in the direction of shooing it, as when I gave thought to capturing it, I feared being stung. Just as I raised my arms to pull on the blind's cord, out flew the bee which stung me on the underside of my left arm near my elbow. Geez!, I yelled. Eee-ouch! I wasn't really going to kill you Ms bee. Out of reflex I swatted at it to remove it from my arm and it plopped onto the floor. I picked it up in a tissue and thinking it dead (after all her stinger was in my arm), I flushed it down the toilet. But the bee would not flush...twice I tried (that's a lot of wasted water used in my efforts)...and on the third try, I had a feeling of guilt. I thought of the Propalis toothpaste I am using, and the bees needed to pollenate and beautify this world; of Chrism video and him being a bee keeper, and how Shaz just lovezzz bees. And as I looked down, with tears in my eyes and my arm throbbing, I said... " you've got to bee kidding me. " That darn bee had managed to change into her stripped one piece swim suit and goggles and was doing water aerobics. And so thinking quickly, I washed out my morning cup of tea, and replaced it with a cup of bee. I stepped outside through the black cloud of flies(lol), and dumped out the cup o bee tea into my flower bed. I imagine she will die since she gave up her stinger for todays lesson on to bee or not to bee. Love: Danielle Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest guest Report post Posted May 5, 2010 LOL... Danielle,I wish to thank thee for this story of the bee swat or shoo which would it bee this choice was taken away fo thee... it made me cry and made me smile too as I pictured you gazing tearfully down the loo... happy endings I have no doubt your stinging bee is still flying about!!! love to you and buzzzzzing arm, julia. , " iamwaitingmoon " <iamwaitingmoon wrote: > > Dear All: > > Here is a little story I wish to share; one that literally brought a tear to my eye. > > My back porch has been swarming with flies...it's like Amityville at my house. I have been tolerant and kind. Yet too I have one of two mosquitos who buzz in my ear around 4am. I have crawled under my covers, and they still find their way in with their high pitched...tzbzzzzz. I awake with the tops of my feet and toes bitten. Ok fine, you've made your point I say...scratch, scrath, scrath, as I groggeling become mindful of Shakti. > > But today...a bee came buzzing inside. She got caught behind my blinds, and so trying to be a good mom to my dogs, I opened the blinds to shoo out the bee. But as I raised my arms to do so I comtemplated swatting it vs rescuing it. (I actually stood there and pictured how I just might do this and glanced around the room to see what I could use to either capture it or swat it). I was teetering in the direction of shooing it, as when I gave thought to capturing it, I feared being stung. Just as I raised my arms to pull on the blind's cord, out flew the bee which stung me on the underside of my left arm near my elbow. Geez!, I yelled. Eee-ouch! I wasn't really going to kill you Ms bee. > > Out of reflex I swatted at it to remove it from my arm and it plopped onto the floor. I picked it up in a tissue and thinking it dead (after all her stinger was in my arm), I flushed it down the toilet. But the bee would not flush...twice I tried (that's a lot of wasted water used in my efforts)...and on the third try, I had a feeling of guilt. I thought of the Propalis toothpaste I am using, and the bees needed to pollenate and beautify this world; of Chrism video and him being a bee keeper, and how Shaz just lovezzz bees. > > And as I looked down, with tears in my eyes and my arm throbbing, I said... " you've got to bee kidding me. " That darn bee had managed to change into her stripped one piece swim suit and goggles and was doing water aerobics. > > And so thinking quickly, I washed out my morning cup of tea, and replaced it with a cup of bee. I stepped outside through the black cloud of flies(lol), and dumped out the cup o bee tea into my flower bed. I imagine she will die since she gave up her stinger for todays lesson on to bee or not to bee. > > Love: > Danielle > Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest guest Report post Posted May 6, 2010 LOL! That is a great story Danielle, thanks for sharing! lolol! love, gale , " iamwaitingmoon " <iamwaitingmoon wrote: > > Dear All: > > Here is a little story I wish to share; one that literally brought a tear to my eye. > > My back porch has been swarming with flies...it's like Amityville at my house. I have been tolerant and kind. Yet too I have one of two mosquitos who buzz in my ear around 4am. I have crawled under my covers, and they still find their way in with their high pitched...tzbzzzzz. I awake with the tops of my feet and toes bitten. Ok fine, you've made your point I say...scratch, scrath, scrath, as I groggeling become mindful of Shakti. > > But today...a bee came buzzing inside. She got caught behind my blinds, and so trying to be a good mom to my dogs, I opened the blinds to shoo out the bee. But as I raised my arms to do so I comtemplated swatting it vs rescuing it. (I actually stood there and pictured how I just might do this and glanced around the room to see what I could use to either capture it or swat it). I was teetering in the direction of shooing it, as when I gave thought to capturing it, I feared being stung. Just as I raised my arms to pull on the blind's cord, out flew the bee which stung me on the underside of my left arm near my elbow. Geez!, I yelled. Eee-ouch! I wasn't really going to kill you Ms bee. > > Out of reflex I swatted at it to remove it from my arm and it plopped onto the floor. I picked it up in a tissue and thinking it dead (after all her stinger was in my arm), I flushed it down the toilet. But the bee would not flush...twice I tried (that's a lot of wasted water used in my efforts)...and on the third try, I had a feeling of guilt. I thought of the Propalis toothpaste I am using, and the bees needed to pollenate and beautify this world; of Chrism video and him being a bee keeper, and how Shaz just lovezzz bees. > > And as I looked down, with tears in my eyes and my arm throbbing, I said... " you've got to bee kidding me. " That darn bee had managed to change into her stripped one piece swim suit and goggles and was doing water aerobics. > > And so thinking quickly, I washed out my morning cup of tea, and replaced it with a cup of bee. I stepped outside through the black cloud of flies(lol), and dumped out the cup o bee tea into my flower bed. I imagine she will die since she gave up her stinger for todays lesson on to bee or not to bee. > > Love: > Danielle > Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
