This morning
Brenden opened the door to go out to the garage.
Shut the door quickly and said,
"Mom, you will not believe this...look!"
Lo and behold, there was a SWARM of bees hovering over our recycle bag
of pop cans.
So he decided to gear up and move the bag of cans outside,
in order to draw the bees out of the garage.
Good idea!
Except that he chickened out.
(You can't see the bees in the pic, darn it...but trust me, there were hundreds of them!)
Which meant only one thing.
Wait for K-Man to get home and take care of it.
Or I would have to go out and take care of it.
Okay, that's two things.
Well...you know me,
I decided to handle the whole thing myself.
It's these opportunities I've learned to seize,
for personal growth and for good blog posts.
I grabbed a small laundry net bag thingy
and put it over my head.
Then covered every square inch of the rest of me.
My lovely make-shift bee-keeper costume.
Here I am gathering all the cans that had fallen out of the bag.
Another angle, for your observation.
A close-up, for your entertainment.
And that's that.
Once again, Lori saves the day.
