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Apr. 16th, 2008
HUGE. FUCKING. BEE.
Apr. 16th, 2008 02:32 pmI'd give you a more eloquent title but that's pretty much what just happened to me.
So I'm taking a nap, due to reasons of not sleeping really last night. Angel comes out from under the bed and still, after three years of doing this, thinks that I'm going to let her hang out with me when I'm trying to sleep, I carry her out of the room, etc etc status quo.
Then I hear the buzzing.
Now I will remind my readers that for half of my life thus far, I lived with the certainty that I was going to be an entomologist when I grew up. All I wanted to do when I was seven or so was to go to the Amazon rainforest, and discover bugs that had never been discovered before. The highlight of my young life was impressing the entomologists on hand at the Smithsonian bug zoo to the point that they up and invited me into the back rooms and showed me drawers and drawers and drawers of specimens. I had a bugbox and was known to pick up slugs and save bumblebees from puddles of water with no fear whatsoever. What I'm saying is that I like bugs and I know a lot about them.
Also, I attended college at St. Mary's in Southern Maryland where, also in attendance, are carpenter bees. Carpenter bees, for those who have not had the pleasure, look like hugeass bumblebees, but are solitary and like to nest in round bores that they chew into wood. Hence the name. Carpenter bees are highly territorial, but by and large actually very friendly to people, and can hover in the air like fat, impossible Hueys.
While at St. Mary's, for my final project I created a graphic novel called Apoidia about a girl who wins a vacation outside reality and brings something back with her, and gets mobbed by damned bees. They kill her cat. So really what I'm saying is that I know a LOT about bees.
( I still screamed like a girl. )
So I'm taking a nap, due to reasons of not sleeping really last night. Angel comes out from under the bed and still, after three years of doing this, thinks that I'm going to let her hang out with me when I'm trying to sleep, I carry her out of the room, etc etc status quo.
Then I hear the buzzing.
Now I will remind my readers that for half of my life thus far, I lived with the certainty that I was going to be an entomologist when I grew up. All I wanted to do when I was seven or so was to go to the Amazon rainforest, and discover bugs that had never been discovered before. The highlight of my young life was impressing the entomologists on hand at the Smithsonian bug zoo to the point that they up and invited me into the back rooms and showed me drawers and drawers and drawers of specimens. I had a bugbox and was known to pick up slugs and save bumblebees from puddles of water with no fear whatsoever. What I'm saying is that I like bugs and I know a lot about them.
Also, I attended college at St. Mary's in Southern Maryland where, also in attendance, are carpenter bees. Carpenter bees, for those who have not had the pleasure, look like hugeass bumblebees, but are solitary and like to nest in round bores that they chew into wood. Hence the name. Carpenter bees are highly territorial, but by and large actually very friendly to people, and can hover in the air like fat, impossible Hueys.
While at St. Mary's, for my final project I created a graphic novel called Apoidia about a girl who wins a vacation outside reality and brings something back with her, and gets mobbed by damned bees. They kill her cat. So really what I'm saying is that I know a LOT about bees.
( I still screamed like a girl. )
