COVERED IN BEES
Sep. 11th, 2012 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodyrosemccoyTook my sister to her doctor appointment yesterday. The orthopedic office is way bigger than our own, with a fish tank in the waiting room, and the place is pretty chilly. I watched the fish while waiting for her to register, and then it came time to Sit And Wait for the doctor to come find her. I was starting to pull on my jacket as I sat down, chatting with my sister about important things like Disney songs and how you can have a Mexican Standoff with yourself, and suddenly my brain received a priority one message from my elbow.
The message was: OW.
This required further information. First question: Why does my elbow feel abruptly like it’s been shot? Second question: WHAT THE HELL IS A HORNET DOING THERE?
They say that rushes of adrenalin and other pain hormones can cause humans to perform almost superhuman feats. Yesterday I proved it. In the space of about two seconds I had whipped off my jacket, furiously swept the bug off my elbow, and then busted through the world’s most manic rendition of the Bug Stomping Tarantella—and all without shrieking even ONE swear word that might offend a roomful of pleasant, brace-wearing Mormons. Adversity truly leads to heroism.*
I still have no idea how the hornet got there. I can’t interrogate her, since my self-defensive bug fu squashed her flat, but I am slightly afraid of that jacket now. You never know where an entire hive of angry bugs might be lurking.
*I checked with my sister to make sure I hadn’t unleashed a storm of profanity without noticing. She confirmed that I did not, though I did manage a pretty good ARGH or two.
The message was: OW.
This required further information. First question: Why does my elbow feel abruptly like it’s been shot? Second question: WHAT THE HELL IS A HORNET DOING THERE?
They say that rushes of adrenalin and other pain hormones can cause humans to perform almost superhuman feats. Yesterday I proved it. In the space of about two seconds I had whipped off my jacket, furiously swept the bug off my elbow, and then busted through the world’s most manic rendition of the Bug Stomping Tarantella—and all without shrieking even ONE swear word that might offend a roomful of pleasant, brace-wearing Mormons. Adversity truly leads to heroism.*
I still have no idea how the hornet got there. I can’t interrogate her, since my self-defensive bug fu squashed her flat, but I am slightly afraid of that jacket now. You never know where an entire hive of angry bugs might be lurking.
*I checked with my sister to make sure I hadn’t unleashed a storm of profanity without noticing. She confirmed that I did not, though I did manage a pretty good ARGH or two.
