IT'S OFFICIAL! I HATE BEES!!!!
Okay who am I kidding if you've known me for any amount of time I've always hated bees!!!
Before I was ever stung, I hated them. After I was stung, I hated them. To this day, I hate them.
Yes HATE! I realize this is a very strong word but I mean it! I hate the honey that they make I hate the sound their creepy little wings make, they're ugly and I dont' care what you say THEY'RE MEAN!!!!!!!!!
To give you a small perspective: Yes! I have called my husband home from work to kill a wasp in my home. Yes! I have pulled over on the Interstate because a bee was in my car, Yes! I realize I'm bigger than them and can literally squash them like the evil little bug that they are and yet they can cause me to curl into the fetal position and bawl like a baby
Now these little evil eath monkeys actually have justified my feelings yesterday, when they decided to attack (YES ATTACK) my nephew!!! He's 5 and had the unfortunate luck of finding the evil demon's den under a plant. (For those of you that didnt' know... yes those horrible flying stingers of doom actually can and do nest in the ground sometimes)
Not enjoying the displacement of their roof, the bees/wasps? not sure which they were but I believe they were wasps, decided to take it out on every kid in the neighborhood and must have decided that my nephew was the ring leader because they put a big fat target on him and attacked.
Those little effers continued to chase him into his home and sting him again and again. The EMT stopped counting when taking the notes. We're guessing probably anywhere from 15 to a couple dozen.
Thank God in Heaven he is fine and well, but my hatred for the little pests have now spread.