Known Johnson

April 10, 2006


Filed under: General — Tom @ 11:47 pm

As I was taking out the recycling tonight at about 10pm, I encountered a little lost bee buzzing angrily around one of our lights out front. Being the one closest to the front door, and where Alissa leaves with Amanda every morning, I had to put the confused bee to rest. Raid was applied in a most cowardly fashion – a brief opening of the door, a spritz of the noxious stuff at the bee, and a quick, solid slam of the front door. A few moments later, after peering suspiciously through the peephole (as if a tiny bee could be seen through it,) I cracked the door open again and found the bee writhing on the ground – but only for a moment. By the time I had resolved to crush it, it stopped moving. The menace is no more than a mere carcass that will likely be carried off by hungry roaches overnight.

Hey, what happens when you get stung by a rabid bee? You get beebies. (Alissa thinks it should be rabees.)

What happens when you get attacked by a rabid infant? Babies.

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