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Darth Vader Bees

When I was a kid, one day I was laying on my stomach on the front porch reading. I had my chin propped in my hands and I was lifting my right leg up and laying it back down over and over again.

It was a lazy summer day and I was minding my own business. So, it was a huge shock to feel a bee stinging the back of my knee. I'm sure I gave my mother a heart attack when all of a sudden I open the screen door screaming my head off. Through the caterwauling, she was able to figure out what happened to me and went for the baking soda.

My husband also had his share of bee stings. When he was a boy, he was always outside and he had to deal with all sorts of insects attacking him.

The weird thing is none of our boys have ever been stung by a bee. I think if we lived in a normal place with grass and trees we would have screaming boys coming in the house all the time.

Grumpy is deathly afraid of bees. He saw a stray bee outside near the dog chain and now refuses to chain Leigh up for me afraid the bees will attack him.

One time, I asked him to go get the garbage can from the curb and put it in the garage. He went out the door and I looked out the window while doing dishes waiting to see him walk down the driveway. Minutes went by and no Grumpy.

Finally, Bashful goes to see what is taking him so long. He comes back in and said, "Grumpy is afraid there might be bees."

During our trip to Michigan, though, our record was broken. We were all outside enjoying the weather and the cool breeze in our hair, when Sleepy came over to me crying and limping.

I took him to the bathroom and looked at his foot. Since his grandma had seen bee stings before, she was able to tell me the two areas I was looking at were bona fide. I went for the baking soda just like my mom did.

There he was, my poor little five-year-old sitting on the sink with his foot on a towel. He was pretty good about it. He cried for a little bit, but after a while he was perfectly fine.

Of course, he insisted on bandaids for his war wounds. As he was talking to his daddy about it, he said that he had been attacked by "Darth Vader bees".

Previously published on July 26, 2007.

Comments

Andrea said…
Darth Vader Bees! Ha ha. That is priceless. It's an interesting insight into Caleb. He seems like such a fearless boy. I guess even the toughest have a weakness. I'm afraid I have the same reaction to bees, but don't tell Caleb that. I doubt he'd find it comforting that he's scared like an old lady.
striving... said…
Bella is scard of bees too. She does not want to go on the grass if she sees even one. Nobody has gotten stung here either. Hopefully I am not jinxing us by talking about it.

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