The Yellow Jacket Surprise
We just got o
ut of Sunday morning church, when an acute hunger came over me and CJ, simultaneously, after finishing small talk with fellow members. I mean, it was to be expected, because we didn't even eat donuts that morning in Sunday School, and we always eat donuts. I like donuts, a lot, but I forgot to eat some. We've been visiting way too much, so that's prolly why I forgot! ha.So we had been on the access road a good mile or so, when all of the sudden I feel a light brush of wind against my ear, accompanied with a rather agitating buzz. The baby hairs around my ear, as well as the cilia of my basilar membrane of my freakin conchlea, flew up. No kidding.
And so that you understand the degree of queeryness I felt from this aberrant and rather noteworthy noise, I will have to do a trifle amount of explaining. Now, every average american knows that humans can here sound waves between 20-20,000 Hz. This buzz was by far at the extreme end of 20,000Hz! The buzz was like freakin 130 dB, kind of like when a jet flies by, however so fast that is was a soft as a whisper. I really don't know if this makes any sense to you, but basically what I want to say is that upon hearing the buzz...I was confused. Like, "What the H? "
The next thing you know, we see a yellow jacket squirming on the dashboard of the car.
Now, CJ is one of the most gurliest girls that I have ever met, but that day, in that moment, in that particular place, on that hot Sunday afternoon, there was not an ounce of gurlyavity in her screaming. It was almost anti-climatic, practically atypical...instead, she let out a boisterous wail that a 300lb-overweight-bearded-russian might make. I, on the other hand, spat out screams in 2 second intervals, and in harmony with the yellow jacket's squirming. I practically put a beat to it! We were dazed and confused, and honest to God freakin scared for our lives! We practically wet ourselves?!
Thanks to our quick thinking (NOT), we wailed and grunted for another 2 minutes before turning into a residential street, while swirving around 20 mph on the access road. As soon as we came to a stop, all I could think about was survival!
Didn't even think twice, just jumped out of the car and onto the side-road, meanwhile I still heard CJ wailing in the background swinging her arms around like a crazy lady with her seatbelt still fastened. I kind of felt bad that I didn't like, look back or anthing, just jolted for the curve and out of the car. I could help it, I just wanted to survive! Trust me, you would do the same thing!
Anyways, when CJ gave me the "OK," she said that the bee went straight to her face, (that little booger), but when she opened the window the little fellow just flew out. OMG. Talk about wierd things that happen.
"Okay, this is wierd, this is the second time this happens...how do the freakin bees get inside your car, how do they get in?" I asked CJ.
All she says, in utter sweetheartedness, "It's just that I'm so sweet!"
The end.
posted by Becca @ 10:15 PM
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