The last time we had a large bee-like creature in the house, I swatted it with a flyswatter three times. It kept moving. So I grabbed a coffee cup and trapped it in the dining area. >.> .... the cup is still there. Both Mikey and I are too chicken to look underneath and make sure it's dead. >.> .... I trapped it last summer. ^^;;
I made the amazing discovery one summer that wasps sleep. There had been one flying around the kitchen of that place I stayed over the summer at D-son. All damn day it was there, and I was glad I was working that night, because no way in hell was I eating in the apartment that night.
When I got home? It was literally curled up on the windowsill, and it did not move again until I got up around 7am-ish to go to the health center.
Then I promptly trapped in some gladware and chucked it out the window. ^_^
And no part of that story really helps your situation, but y'know...
Umm YES. I get home from work and M tells me to get rid of the bee in the kitchen. I figured, ok, little honey bee needs to be evicted, no big deal. I think the first words out of my mouth were along the lines of "HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT THAT THING IS HUGE" O_O
I even had to sacrifice one of my Coke glasses to getting rid of it!! ;_;
In NC there's actually two types of giant ass bees. Bumblebees and wood borer bees. The latter is like some strange, scary hybrid between a bee and a termite. Bees are not meant to make holes in wood benches and then scare the crap out of you when you sit down.
*grins* I was a little surprised when I noticed you on my 'friends of', but no worries. I have been, erm, lurking for a while... *shifty eyes* Now I just feel less guilty for it.
Dear big ass bee, unless you plan on turning into a very hawt pretty boy and having sweaty man smex with an equally hawt pretty boy, please to be removing yourself from megan's kitchen so she may receive the adequate sustenance to write more fic. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated.
*Dies laughing* Oh bloody hell, I'm in a library for crying out loud! I swear, I am going to make a file, specifically for your comments. I swear! In the meantime, has the bee gone?
:random: My dog mangles bees (but doesn't eat them, we think he got stung once) and he's only interested when they're moving. I can't help but feel that dragons would be the same. I am indeed having a very boring day. ^^; :goes off entertained with the thoughts of dragon vs bees:
In the same way horrid writers use "steely rod," "quivering wand," and "turgid pole," I am sure someone, somewhere has used, "piercing stinger." (Woe.)
The two of you are amusing in your dynamic of who rescues who. Bees in the kitchen and critters in the fireplace. At least your babies didn't get involved. Oooooo big flying thing, fun.
*snerk* This was NOTHING compared to the mutant Cicada that got in the house a year or so ago. That had both of us trying to hide in her room and screaming like little girls.
*blinks at you* But cicadas don't have mouth parts.*shakes head at the two of you* You were talking about the critters that sing in the trees in the summer? Not the 6" grasshoppers like we saw in Panama while we lived there. You live in an interesting area/house. I don't scream cause that means my eyes aren't wide open to watch out for the big scary things..like spiders.*shudders* Besides I need my breath for running away.
*big grin* You are both so funny. Amazing what a little phobia will do for you, isn't it. I did have what they call a whip spider crawl up on my hand once. I looked at it long enough to determine that the 2"scorpion on my hand didn't have the barbed tail so it was safe to brush it off and then promptly demonstrated that we are descended from chimps. I didn't know that I could successively throw my hands over my head and then down to the ground so many times and yes there was something like screaming now that I think about it but I was too busy to remember if my eyes were shut. Never was I so happy that the cuffs on the jacket were elasticize and tight to the wrists.
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Date: 2007-04-17 11:01 pm (UTC)When I got home? It was literally curled up on the windowsill, and it did not move again until I got up around 7am-ish to go to the health center.
Then I promptly trapped in some gladware and chucked it out the window. ^_^
And no part of that story really helps your situation, but y'know...
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Date: 2007-04-17 11:26 pm (UTC)I even had to sacrifice one of my Coke glasses to getting rid of it!! ;_;
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Date: 2007-04-18 12:26 am (UTC)Hide the kids! Arm yourselves!
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Date: 2007-04-18 01:03 am (UTC)*DIES LAUGHING*
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Date: 2007-04-18 01:27 am (UTC)DUCK!! *swats* No dummy, it's a bee!
I'm done now.
I noticed you friended me. Mind if I friend you back?
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Date: 2007-04-18 01:29 am (UTC)Ahahaha. That sounds like something my father would say, heh.
Uh, as I've already been rude by friending without asking, you hardly need ask yourself ^^;;;
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Date: 2007-04-18 03:21 am (UTC)Far, far away.
hope you get rid of it... *shudders*
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Date: 2007-04-18 08:51 am (UTC)unless you plan on turning into a very hawt pretty boy and having sweaty man smex with an equally hawt pretty boy, please to be removing yourself from megan's kitchen so she may receive the adequate sustenance to write more fic. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated.
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Date: 2007-04-18 09:52 pm (UTC)I still think flesh pole was my all time favorite.
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Date: 2007-04-19 01:02 am (UTC)Now we have names for the uke and seme ass bees -_^
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Date: 2007-04-19 04:01 am (UTC)*snerk* This was NOTHING compared to the mutant Cicada that got in the house a year or so ago. That had both of us trying to hide in her room and screaming like little girls.
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Date: 2007-04-20 01:03 am (UTC)You were talking about the critters that sing in the trees in the summer? Not the 6" grasshoppers like we saw in Panama while we lived there.
You live in an interesting area/house.
I don't scream cause that means my eyes aren't wide open to watch out for the big scary things..like spiders.*shudders* Besides I need my breath for running away.
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Date: 2007-04-20 01:33 am (UTC)http://starparty.livejournal.com/302708.html
Read the comments too, that's got some of the best parts.
I've trained myself to scream with my eyes open so that I can keep tabs on what I'm screaming at..
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Date: 2007-04-20 02:51 am (UTC)I did have what they call a whip spider crawl up on my hand once. I looked at it long enough to determine that the 2"scorpion on my hand didn't have the barbed tail so it was safe to brush it off and then promptly demonstrated that we are descended from chimps. I didn't know that I could successively throw my hands over my head and then down to the ground so many times and yes there was something like screaming now that I think about it but I was too busy to remember if my eyes were shut. Never was I so happy that the cuffs on the jacket were elasticize and tight to the wrists.