I should write about my excitement the other day. I really don't care if this story is interesting to anyone other than myself, I just think it's a fun story and I feel like telling it.
So the other day... I guess it would have been Monday, although it seems like a lot longer than that. (I guess that's how it goes when you're just waiting for something to happen!) So Monday I was sitting at the kitchen table, happily sewing some bags for MissionShoe, just minding my own business. I had to figure out how to work this sewing machine we inherited from Thomas' uncle and aunt, Stephen and Lori. It actually works really well- I really love having it! It just makes loud clackety noises when it runs and it has a few fun quirks. :)
So because I was so concentrated on making this thing work, and distracted by the loud noises, I was totally ignoring this buzzing noise that I kept hearing from the window behind me. I heard it a couple times, and I figured it was just another fly caught between the window and the blinds. We had had one stuck there just the other day, so I really didn't think anything of it. So I'm sitting, just sewing away. And I keep hearing the buzzing and finally it enters into my concious mind that- hey, that thing is still buzzing. So I turn around to look and check things out, and what do I see on the inside of the CLOSED window? A fly, a spider, and a BEE all within a few inches of my face.
I freak out appropriately, and my brain automatically through process of elimination decides that the bee is the most urgent of the three to take care of. I then run over to the sink, still freaking out appropriately, and look underneath to find something to kill it with. At first I wanted to find something to hit it with, but I was afraid I'd miss and it would fly around in my house. So I next thought to squirt it with some chemical that would incapacitate it and further kill it. Windex was my first instinct- since that is my chemical of choice when killing household pets for some reason. But then I thought- wait, bees are serious stuff- what if it doesn't work well enough? So I put the Windex back and keep looking, all the while still in a panic hearing the buzzing coming insistently from the window. Then I see some "Wasp and Hornet Killer" that we had bought to get rid of some wasp's nests we had in the outside of our house when we first moved in. (Side note: Thomas learned that this Wasp and Hornet Killer is not appropriately flammable enough to complete the manly ritual of burning insects killed around our house. They tried hairspray after that, I believe, and were still disappointed.) I figure- well, bees aren't wasps or hornets, but they are pretty close, right? Worth a shot?
By this point I had spent close to a minute trying to figure out what chemical to spray on this bee guy, and my panic finally reaches the end of its patience and I just grab the spray can of Wasp and Hornet Killer and run back over to the window, praying the bee is still there and spray-able. A quick glance at the window reveals that Mr. Spider has disappeared, which enters my mind but really doesn't concern me because Mr. Bee is foremost in my mind and thus my top priority. I give the can a good shake and pull off the top, taking aim and Mr. Bee. I'm not a very good shot, because I hit Mr. Fly first and the poor little guy crumples and starts dying instantly. So I re-aim and get Mr. Bee finally. I squirt him pretty good with this stuff, and I stand back to watch him die (heh heh).
However, to my dismay, he does not display any of the normal signs of dying when an insect is squirted with something labeled "Wasp and Hornet Killer"! He couldn't fly because his wings were soaked with this stuff, but he kept crawling around just like he had been two seconds before! I figure- ok, maybe it just needs a minute to work. So I wait for a bit to see if it starts to take effect, but he keeps running around and it's kinda making me nervous. I decide at this point to squirt Mr. Bee again, to see if he just needed a bigger dose than Mr. Fly. I again step back to admire my handiwork, and this is when Mr. Bee decides to try crawling up the window, away from the thing that is squirting him with harmful chemicals. He starts to crawl and is actually doing ok, and then I get nervous again and decide I should try squishing him since the Wasp and Hornet Killer isn't doing the trick.
I run over to the sink and grab a sufficient amount of paper towelage and run back to the window. I look at Mr. Bee and he appears to be struggling, so I watch for a minute. He indeed cannot make it up the window and falls into the cracks in the window frame. This makes the squishing idea tricky, so I decide to watch some more to see if he indeed is dying of Wasp and Hornet Killer poisoning. He squirms around some more, and I notice that there is a wooden rod on the windowsill that normally sits between the closed window and the wall. The little lady who lived in the house before us put them in all the windows. So I'm like- hey- maybe this will fit in that little crevice and squish Mr. Bee. So I roll it over the top of Mr. Bee to see if it will squash him. It actually does NOT fit in the crack where lies Mr. Bee, who is looking not so good at this point. But it does trap him down in there, so I stand there, holding the paper towels and holding the little stick so he can't get out. Every now and then I check on him to see if he has succumbed to the aforementioned Wasp and Hornet Killer poisoning. Eventually he does, and I feel ok with leaving my station. I hurriedly finish the bag I was working on and run far away from the dreaded window, all the while wondering if Windex really would have been the better chemical of choice.
Mr. Spider is still AWOL.
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