Wednesday evening, i got my hair cut and got some reddish-violet highlights in my hair. Hurray for new hair!
Thursday at lunch, i went for a run. As i was changing, i realized i had forgotten my running socks. Crap. Well, i couldn’t run without socks, so i just used the ones i was wearing during the day – they were black with pink flowers. OK, so my feet might stink later, but it was too nice outside to skip the run. I put my new pink hair up in a ponytail and off i went.
About a mile in, i passed a fellow i know coming the other way. He said hi and issued a quick warning, “There is a bee’s nest ahead on your right near the lake.” Taking his warning to heart, i hugged the left side of the path.
I quickly approached the lake and heard the buzzing of bees. I increased my pace to get past them, but i caught the attention of a few of them. A couple of them dive-bombed my hair – I think they thought i was a flower! One seemed to get stuck in my hair and i smacked myself in the head to get rid of it. Ouch. Another couple of bees were buzzing around my flowery socks! Help!
By this time i’m going up The Big Unending Hill, which i’m usually tempted to walk part of, but not this time. I’m running too fast and breathing too hard and a bee hits me in the cheek. I’m not usually terrified of bees, but i was sort of in a panic. How do you convince bees that you’re not a flower?
At least one bee followed me for about half a mile. I kept hearing it swoosh by my head, and i was mad, and a little scared, and flailing my arms around like a crazy person, trying to whack him. I guess half a mile was too far from the nest, because he eventually left me alone and i was able to stop and catch my breath and continue on in peace.
May 4th, 2010 2:08 pm
That’s terrifying. I once was laughing really hard and a bee flew in my mouth and stung the roof of my mouth before I crunched it up and spit it out piece by piece. Uhg, that memory still gives me the willies!