What the hell just happened?
Dec. 14th, 2004 01:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dianec42So I thought I should go out for a walk, because exercise and the great outdoors are good for ya, right? Hah!
So I'm about 15 minutes out when some large stupid buzzing thing decides it's a good idea to fly behind my glasses. F-! I whisk off my glasses and give my head a good shake. No good, the damn thing is still buzzing right in front of my eye. At this point I'm convinced it's some sort of bee or hornet or something because I'm convinced it's stung me - right next to my eye. (My *good* eye, of course. It's like they know...)
It managed to get stuck in my hair instead, which you'd think would be an improvement. But the damn thing just would NOT go away! I stood there on the bike path like a complete lunatic, glasses and hair band on the pavement, slapping at my hair and screaming for three or four solid minutes before I got rid of the bastard. Normally I don't wish any harm on any of Nature's creatures, but I found myself sincerely hoping that that bee (or whatever) was dying in slow agony. I checked that I didn't seem to be bleeding, and decided I could probably survive walking home.
I came home and had a look at the damage. What initially resembled a stinger turned out to be one of my own eyelashes, crusted in a tiny amount of fairly fresh blood. Under that, a small and very straight, very precise cut in my flesh. I'm coming round to the theory that I actually managed to punch myself in the face - possibly with my engagement ring - in my haste to rid myself of the evil flying beastie. Quite effectively too - it hurts like a son of a...!
I can't decide if that was more scary or embarrassing...
I think I'll spend the rest of the day INdoors if that's okay.
So I'm about 15 minutes out when some large stupid buzzing thing decides it's a good idea to fly behind my glasses. F-! I whisk off my glasses and give my head a good shake. No good, the damn thing is still buzzing right in front of my eye. At this point I'm convinced it's some sort of bee or hornet or something because I'm convinced it's stung me - right next to my eye. (My *good* eye, of course. It's like they know...)
It managed to get stuck in my hair instead, which you'd think would be an improvement. But the damn thing just would NOT go away! I stood there on the bike path like a complete lunatic, glasses and hair band on the pavement, slapping at my hair and screaming for three or four solid minutes before I got rid of the bastard. Normally I don't wish any harm on any of Nature's creatures, but I found myself sincerely hoping that that bee (or whatever) was dying in slow agony. I checked that I didn't seem to be bleeding, and decided I could probably survive walking home.
I came home and had a look at the damage. What initially resembled a stinger turned out to be one of my own eyelashes, crusted in a tiny amount of fairly fresh blood. Under that, a small and very straight, very precise cut in my flesh. I'm coming round to the theory that I actually managed to punch myself in the face - possibly with my engagement ring - in my haste to rid myself of the evil flying beastie. Quite effectively too - it hurts like a son of a...!
I can't decide if that was more scary or embarrassing...
I think I'll spend the rest of the day INdoors if that's okay.
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Date: 2004-12-14 10:14 pm (UTC)I had a bee/wasp on my eyelash earlier in the summer. I was more concerned for Beth than for me and was glad when it b***ered off!
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Date: 2004-12-14 10:19 pm (UTC)It's a bit ironic, as my thoughts at the beginning of the walk were more along the lines of what a fine day it was to be unemployed, and why on earth am I in such a hurry to have to spend my days inside. To whoever up there was listening, you should KNOW that was meant to be RHETORICAL! (-:
Och. Bees in December, whatever will this strange land spring on us next?