Africanized Bees, perhaps? Please...read on.
Yesterday was Ella's blessing. We had everyone over for brunch at our house after sacrament meeting, and everything went great. Well, after everyone went home, I noticed a couple of bees flying around in our bedroom. So, naturally, I completely freaked out, and made David kill them.
Great. No more bees, right? Wrong.
This morning, just as David was leaving for work, I was getting ready to get in the shower. I heard a familiar buzzing, and my stomach dropped. I saw a bee just above the window in our bathroom. I scrambled to catch David before he left for work, and made him kill the bee. We both thought it was just a straggler from the day before. So, with Ava watching Sesame Street in the living room, and Ella asleep on our bed, David left for work, and I proceeded to get in the shower.
(Cue the scary music....the Jaws theme perhaps?)
So, I turn off the shower, and what do I immediately hear?
My heart stops.
I slowly step out of the shower, and there are BEES EVERYWHERE. But mind you, I don't have my contacts in, so all I can see are little block spots all over the place. I am scrambling for my glasses like a crazy person, and all the while, the incessant buzzing is growing louder.
So, I race to the telephone and call an exterminator. My conversation goes something like this:
Exterminator: "Good morning, AAA Exterminators. How can I help you?"
Me: "You have to get here right NOW there are bees in my house and I have a baby and a toddler and I think there is a hive somewhere in my bedroom and they are flying all around me and I don't know if they are aggressive, but did I mention I have a 2 year old and a BABY sleeping right here and I need someone here right away because my husband just left for work and I don't really care what I have to pay, but someone needs to get here NOW..."
Exterminator: "Umm, ma'am, can I get your name, please?"
Me: "My name is Kim, and I need someone here right now because I have a toddler and a baby."
You get the idea...
So, after I get off the phone, I realize that I must army crawl back through my bathroom for one very important reason. Well, two important reasons. First and foremost, I must rescue Baby Ella from the bees swarming overhead. And second, remember how I had just stepped out of the shower? Well, I was still naked. And blind. I had to put some clothes on before the exterminator got there, and find my stinkin' glasses. So I proceed to army crawl - while squinting like crazy - on my bathroom floor to my closet. I throw on the first items of clothing I lay my hands on. Then, I slowly crawl towards the bed to rescue my sweet sleeping baby...and retrieve my glasses. We make it out of the bedroom, slam the door, and I proceed to line the bottom of the doorway with several large towels.
The exterminator came and saved the day. 500 bucks later, and we are officially bee-free.
However, while I was looking over the invoice after he had left, the following boxes were checked under the "Scope of Work" section:
Africanized Bee Colony? Check
Newly Arrived? Check
EXCUSE ME??? Aggressive Africanized BEES? In my freakin' HOUSE?
So....how was your morning?