Jun 13

2006

Buzzy Stingy Things

All sorts of buzzy stingy things are attracted to me. The longer I live here, the more Eric is beginning to consider that its more than mere cooincidence. It seems that every where I am, there is sure to be a buzy stingy thing near by. I must smell like flower. Heeehee.

The most notable buzzy accompaniment was with the giant Florida wasp that followed me home during lunch and back to work again despite numerous attempts (some successful, some not) to remove him from my car. He first showed up outside my car door as we were leaving Moe’s. Eric almost shut him in the car with me. We drove home to freshen up after lunch, certain that Mr. Giant Buzzy was still at Moe’s. Wrong. Mr. Giant Buzzy hitched a ride on the mirror just outside my door. Eric opens the door, Mr. Giant Buzzy flies in the car just as I am leaving. So after having a cow and running half way accross the block, I finally get back in the car. But this buzzy wasn’t out of the car as Eric had assured me he was. He got back in and I hear him all buzzy in the back. The in and out of car thing repeats itself in a parking lot on the way to work, etc. etc. Anyway, that was a while ago and I survived.

Not so long ago, while bringing in groceries, I bump into the case holding the fire extinguisher just outside our front door. It started hissing. I thought to myself, “oh no, now I’ve done it!” But it wasn’t hissing, it was buzzing. Eric hurries me through the door. He gets a bottle of kitchen cleaner to go after the pissed off giant buzzy. But it was more than a solitary Buzzy. Mr. Giant Buzzy and his Mrs. Giant Buzzy were making a little nest in there for future Mr. Buzzy demons. Eric sprays at everything and tells me they’re taken care of. But, nooo, it wasn’t that simple. He only succeeded in making very pissed off buzzies. He put some tape along the opening as well, assuring me that they won’t get out. . .at least not as often). Next morning as I’m leaving for class, what do I see hovering in front of me when I open the door? Well, 15 minutes later, after exiting through the sliding glass door instead, I text message Eric my dilema. He went after the Buzzy family once more, this time with some sort of Bug Fog spray. . the stuff that’s supposed to be left spraying in an emtpy house because its toxic to people as well. But whatever. The Buzzies are all gone now.

My buzzy stingy issue does not end here, oh no. . .

After returning from work, I walk through the front door with a renewed sense of confidence. I made it in, no buzzies. Or so I thought. I go to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Eric follows me. In the middle of some sort of random conversation, Eric says “Shelley.” that’s a capital S and a period. It was the tone of voice that means I had better not move and I had better not ask questions unless I want to loose all self-control. After what seemed like a forever, Eric heads towards the door with something in a paper towel. If it wasn’t dead before, I certainly was after Eric disposed of it outside. I even went out myself to take a look at the little yellow jacket that had tangled itself up in my hair. I asked eric to brush my hair for me after that so that I wouldn’t feel any remaining heebee jeebiness.

I wonder how it is that I havn’t been stung yet. Maybe the buzzies are my friends?

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-- Jun 13, 2006 @ 08:15pm — Eric wrote

Bzzz.

No worries. I’ll always protect you from them little demons. ——-

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