Revenge of the Bees

[captainsblog]

Maybe it was wrong to mock the yellowjackets that hung out with us at dinner the other night.

Eleanor reported that a bee managed to work its way over to her work station in the store the other day, and that she almost got stung whilst swatting at it under the mistaken impression that it was a fly.

Then, one of the buggers tried to get in the car with me this morning.

Yet the bee-ieèce de résistance was in church, when during the Lord's Prayer (which we now stand for, what with these calisthenic-crazy new ministers we've got), I saw one buzzing merrily around the right ear of the Church Lady Biddy one pew in front of me. I took a swing at it somewhere between "trespasses" and "temptation," and when that didn't work, I just amended the petition to say, "for thine is the kingdom, and the power and the glory forever, and get rid of all these damn bees."

It must've worked, for Betty made it to communion and back in a state of grace rather than anaphylactic shock.

I knew there was no chance of being stung myself, thank God. I'm a lawyer, and therefore get professional courtesy.