It was a normal day. I had just finished counting mites on the beehives with Robert. It was a quick job so we didn’t bother to put on any bee equipment for protection. Big mistake. Buzzzz. I saw this bee coming straight for me as fast as greased lightning!
I screamed, tried to swat the bee before it stung me, and took off down the hill. But I could still hear the angry bee buzzing all around me as I ran onto the porch. Running inside and slamming the door, I stopped and listened. No!!! The buzz was still there. The bee had come inside with me!
I ran outside again .. and the buzz was still there! Then I ran back inside .. and the buzz was still there! It must have been stuck in my sweater!
By this time, Robert had come huffing and puffing down the hill and had finally caught up with me. He ripped off my sweater as I ran back inside for safety. But the ever-present haunting buzz of the dangerous bee was still there!!! Help!!!
Running outside once again, I realized it must be in my hair. Robert began beating me over the head trying to kill the bee before it stung me. David ran out to see what all the comotion was about and thought, “What is Robert doing hitting Jonathan on the head?”
Well, whether Robert killed the bee or it died of fright we aren’t sure. But we finally saw it fall dead to the ground. Hooray!!! I was so relieved that I hadn’t been stung.
The day continued as normal.