It's HUGE!

Last summer a bee got into our bathroom. I hate all creepy crawly things! So as calmly as I could I called Heath and asked if he needed to run some errands at the office that morning, because I needed him to stop by and take care of a little problem. I told him the problem, he laughed, and said he would be right there. He got home, acquired the fly swatter from the garage, handled the bee, kissed me goodbye and went back to work. As I stood there watching him drive away, I thought, "I could have done that. Why didn't I think to get the fly swatter? Oh yea, because all the kids and I were sitting in the middle of my bed, WATCHING the bee to make sure that it didn't get away."

Well, last night I walked into the kitchen to see a bee on the floor. And this was NOTHING like last time!!! The bee was HUGE. I may have screamed, but only a little, and I probably won't ever admit that I did. Naturally, I called my hero.....voicemail......oh no. So, I called again....voicemail....OH NO. (When I was pregnant and I called three times while he was in a meeting, that was the sign that I was in labor and he needed to come.) I knew if I made that phone call then I would be putting the severity of this incident up there with labor. Hmmmm what should I do? That thing is WAY to big for the fly swatter.....I found a big bowl and threw the bowl in the general direction of the bee and thankfully it landed correctly. (It was a big bowl) And then, I CALLED! Yes, I am a big baby. I got the voicemail, but about 5secs later he called me back. More laughing, "I'm on my way dear" Ah relief, knowing that the hero was on his way and the culprit was securely under the bowl...I took some pictures. :)