Ok, remember that weed-wacker sounding bug that woke me up at 6:30 this morning? Well after showering, I was toweling off I my bedroom when I heard the buzz again. Instead of running screaming from the room, I decided to investigate.
The weed-wacker bug was a GIANT, fuzzy bumble bee about the size of my thumb (and I have big thumbs!). itís at that point that I ran screaming from the room.
Remember how I had just gotten out of the shower? So I was wet and naked and afraid. It was a terrifying morning. Since I am such a big, fat chicken I would run into the room, grab a few articles of clothing and put them on in the hallway. Run back in, grab a few more and put them on the hallway. At one point I decided this was ridiculous, that I wasnít gonna let some bug dictate my life.
Since I didnít have any bug spray, I grabbed what I thought would be the most poisonous stuff in my apartment. . . scrubbing bubbles bathtub cleaner. yes, foaming bathtub cleaner would surely kill a GIANT bumble bee would it not?
So I creep into the bedroom, half-dressed, shaking a can of scrubbing bubbles. The bee is buzzing like a weed-wacker and I can tell itís pissed. Itís stuck between the window and the curtain, trying to get out. It doesnít help matters that paco keeps batting at it.
I reach out the grab the curtain, aiming my can of scrubbing bubbles at that bad boy and he flys out towards me. I drop the can and run, batting at my ears and brushing at my hair.
At this point I am pretty sure the bug is stuck in my hair and that I am going to almost die again. But that was just my paranoia. The bee flew back into the window/curtain area.
So yeah, I am a fraidy cat. Iíve decided that if the cats havenít killed the bee or it hasnít managed to escape by the time I get home that I will have to move.