This past weekend, our room had an intruder that tried to break in on not just one but two separate occasions.
On Sunday, this demon made its presence known by a tell-tale buzzing sound. The kind of high-pitched nasally hum that feels like something invaded your ear canal and started banging around on the walls.
Ugh. So inconsiderate.
As soon as I slammed our window shut, this monster landed on the window frame and began to try crawling through the crack. At this point I grabbed the sunscreen bottle on the windowsill and began whacking at the crack until the bee flew away.
I assumed our bee problems were over at this point, but lo and behold, the next day, this beast made another appearance by our window.
What could we possibly be harboring in our room that the bee wants so badly?
The half eaten cookie on my desk?
The battered copy of Fun Home on my bookshelf?
The worn-out silver Docs in my closet?
Perhaps this is a sign from the universe. A sign to:
Spend less time in my bed? I have been exceedingly generous with my naps recently, I will admit.
Start eating exclusively local farm fresh food? I guess volunteering for Market Shares for a semester wasn’t enough.
Buy a new water bottle? The one I’ve got has spilled in my bag roughly five times this semester, and it is only by a Christmas miracle that my laptop is still functional.
Or was this bee sent to punish me? I don’t think I’ve done anything too regrettable recently. My excessive Uber usage, maybe? I mean, it’s hard not to take advantage of the fact that it is simply so much cheaper than Uber back home in New York.
I suppose I will never know the answer. Once the bee entered the room, I took action and whipped a blanket in its general direction to frighten it into fleeing straight back out of the window.
The bee has since been AWOL.
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