Life Holds On, Given the Slightest Chance

[captainsblog]

It's the middle of freakin' winter in Buffalo, New York.

While only 27 degrees outside at the moment, the 186,282 mph wind makes it feel like a google or two below zero.

There's snow on the ground and more expected this weekend.

And yet....

There is a bumblebee the size of a small third world country in our dining room.

He's drunk and disoriented. The cats are trying mightily to slay him.

We'd capture him and put him outside but, you know, death.

So for the moment, at least, we're leaving him on a high shelf to resume his hibernation.

The aminals are not pleased. Nor is my late mother or sister, both of whom were petrified of bees.

Live and let live, though.

Comments

[angledge.livejournal.com]

I LOL'd!

[luckycee.livejournal.com]

The strangest things wake up in our houses.

[headbanger118.livejournal.com]

I just hear Eddie Izzard screaming "Covered in beeeeeees!"

Thanks for the transcription on my voice post!

[bluesilverkdg.livejournal.com]

What is a bee doing out this time of year? In Buffalo?

I'm terrified of bees, too, so I would also be displeased. Well, no, I'd just be hightailing it out of your dining room.

[thanatos-kalos.livejournal.com]

Ack! kill it kill it kill it!

::HATES bees::