A swarm of bees came for my birthday.


It’s that time of year again! No, besides summer. It’s my birthday. Is it weird that I find it slightly strange to be turning 22? Usually I laugh at people when they ask if I feel any different but this year it does seem a little weird. For some reason I never got used to being 21. Not that there’s any special feel to that age either but I very rarely had to even think about how old I was never mind say it, so it still sounds strange to say. Oh well. At least I’m still at the point where I can just be happy with my age instead of where I’ll be 10 years from now and denying it.

Besides the fact that family is coming over tonight and we’re going whale watching this weekend for my birthday (yay whales!) something else came to celebrate. Bees! Yes, those wonderful little creatures decided our house is an awesome place to live. And by wonderful little creatures I really mean evil little pain in the asses. I know our house is nice and we love it, I just had no idea the bees would feel the same way. Specifically about our living room wall. They found a small crevice and moved themselves right in.

As for what kind of bees they are, the collective guess is they’re yellow jackets. Although we’ve gone from yellow jackets to wasps to hornets to carpenter bees back to yellow jackets. Honestly, we really have no idea what they are except that they are living in our wall and are very enthusiastically unwanted. So we decided to be good DIYers and take care of it with store bought spray. When they barely even twitched at the first one my hubby tried again. And again it didn’t work. After a third spray and still the bees were buzzing around we gave in and called a pest control company. We should have just started there.

Besides being bees with good taste (ignore the toot of my own horn) and apparently bionic since they can survive sprays made to kill them, they also have stage fright. When the pest control guy showed up I led him to the hole and we waited. Even though they always flying around especially near my head not a single one was to be found. He then returned to his car to get his little mirror one arrived and entered the hole. It was the one and only bee that surfaced while he was here and it was when he wasn’t looking. Of course! It’s like the little things knew their killer had arrived and stayed away. Stupid bees. So based on my description and where they made their nest he said they were more than likely yellow jackets but he can’t know for sure without seeing them.

So in two days they will be returning with their killer dust that will be blown into the wall and kill the bees. He said the entire nest will be killed off within three days of the dust being deployed. Yay! I’m not a big fan of sharing my home with bees. They can consider this their eviction notice.

I was molested by a spider.


Are spiders supposed to be smart? Can they tell who exactly in the room despises them the most and then decide to attack them? Am I giving them too much credit? I ask because two nights ago I was sitting on our living room couch with the hubby and my brother. I hate, despise and fear spiders. The other two don’t really seem to care about them either way. Then there was the spider. I don’t know where it came from or how long it was there. Probably not long since I kind of sorta have radar for them and usually spot their location even when no one else seemed to notice. All I know was out of the entire house it decided the spot on the ceiling above our couch was a prime location. And it also decided I was the one it was looking for and not the other two warm bodies on the couch.

Before I had a chance to spot it and sick one of the men to kill it, the spider dropped. ON ME! Welcome to my biggest fear. A spider dropping and/or finding a way to touch me is a thought that can send me running from a room from even the tiniest of spiders. It makes my skin crawl and my insides scream just writing this. Anyway, the spider decided to make my fear a reality. Did it land on my head? No. My lap? Nope. It landed on my chest and scurried down my FREAKING shirt. Yes, I was molested by a spider in my very own house and somehow lived to tell about it. It’s a miracle. Or an overreaction but who’s really keeping score?

The second I felt it hit my skin I knew what it was without even seeing it. No I don’t mean I knew it was a bug. I mean I KNEW it was a spider because this is my life and what else would really drop on me of all people? Exactly. I screamed, jumped off the couch and proceeded to claw my own chest to get it off. It’s actually amazing I didn’t rip my shirt off which my brother is very appreciative for. So I guess even in pure panic my brain still had enough sense not to strip. Thank God for that. However what my brain couldn’t do was register pain since I scratched the hell out of my skin to get the spider away as fast as possible and had no idea I was attacking myself. I didn’t draw blood but I was pretty damn close.

The second the spider was out of my shirt and I saw it fly back towards the couch I ran to the opposite side of the room and hyperventilated. My hubby did a little dance to get off the couch since in my panic I sort of threw the spider at him. Sorry babe! He killed it of course and then stared in awe at the scratches on my chest. Honestly? It sort of looked like I was attacked by some poltergeist like in haunting movies except I did it to myself while conscious and still hadn’t even felt anything. That came a few minutes later and it stung like hell. A little while later, after my breathing returned to normal and I convinced myself to sit on the couch again a disturbing realization hit. That evil little pervert of a spider?

It got to second base with me.

Yup. This is my life people. You can’ even almost make this shit up.

When you saw Avatar, did you think of giant Smurfs too?


Think him. Only taller. And no clothes.

So, we just saw Avatar for the first time this weekend. I know. We’re so behind everyone else. But I wasn’t in any big rush to see a movie the whole country was orgasming over just because ‘they’ said I should. It’s a movie, it can wait. Anyway, we eventually watched it mostly because we were able to get it as a free rental. Clearly, we didn’t try very hard to see it but oh well. Not knowing much about the movie going in except that it’s all people talked about at the time and it had something to do with blue people and was in 3D when it came out, we jumped in hoping to love it. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was far too distracted by the movie to really enjoy it.

Granted, the technology they used in the movie was pretty cool. Some of the computers and systems made my hubby come close to drooling but the whole linking ones brain up to something else and living as it is more creepy than cool to me, but whatever. My problem was the Navi people, or however you spell that just reminded me of Smurfs. I know that’s probably a huge jump but I was like “oh. We have giant Smurfs running around mostly naked. Weird.” Then next thing I know they started hissing at each other. So then I was like, “um, they’re part vampire now too?” It was at about that point that my hubby just laughed and said, “I think this movie is a little lost on you if that’s what you’re thinking about.” And honestly? Probably. But they even had little fang teeth and were hissing when they were mad so it was like Smurfs meets Twilight or something.


See? Blue vampire.

Then a bunch of things happened and somehow I was suddenly watching a war action movie in the middle of everything which was sad since one side had machine gun things and the others had wimpy arrows. I thought the weirdness was over until Grace was shot during an escape to go become a fake but sort of real blue person in the mountains. The blue people had to save her. Them and their God spirit person tree thing.

That’s when the orgy happened.

They all sat on the ground around their magical tree and linked to each other through their hair that looked more like tails and then gyrated all together while moaning and chanting. When I said it looked like a big nature orgy my hubby just laughed at me which didn’t really tell me if he agreed or just thought I was crazy. They did it twice actually with only the second one being successful. What makes a successful nature blue people orgy? Out of body experiences where you just move into another body. No really. That’s what they were trying to do. Plus, the human in the middle of it had to be naked and I have no idea why. That’s just how they do it. I guess.

Also? The giant Smurf vampires were also a lot like penguins. The blue people apparently have to mate under the magical tree for their ancestors to watch which to me just sounded like a big voyeur party. But once they did that they were mated for life. Just like penguins. It was a big ball of sweet and creepy all at the same time. But I guess even after you mate for life it’s still totally okay to abandon your for life partner to be blown up by the sky people because you’re having a mood swing. Which means penguins are better.

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