A Story about a Bee

I know some of my readers have low tolerance for insects and stories about insects, so if you are one of those people, you might want to skip this post. It involves a bee and Woman...

Woman and I were sitting out back on the porch one morning last week. She was enjoying her morning coffee, and I was sitting on her lap getting some butt scratches. She was sitting on one chair and had her legs propped up on another chair to give me better lap space. She had on her gardening sandals that have just one thick strap that extends across the foot, so when she sits with her feet propped up, there is a gap between the sole of the sandal and her foot.

So, we're sitting there listening to the birds chirping away when a gigantic bumble bee starts buzzing around us and lands on Woman's big toe. Woman didn't move, because she didn't want to get stung and figured it would fly off quickly, but it didn't. The bee decided to do some investigating and crawled into the space between the sole of her sandal and her foot. Woman was clenching her teeth and digging her nails into her leg to keep from freaking out, because the bee was tickling her, and it's really freaky to have a bee crawling around on your foot. She knew she couldn't move, or she might crush the bee and get stung, so she just had to sit there and take it. After about a minute, the bee finally crawled out of her shoe and flew off. A minute might not sound like a long time, but when you've got a bee crawling around on the bottom of your very ticklish foot, it seems like a lifetime! Once the bee was gone, we immediately jumped up and finished our morning routine inside, away from bees.

Woman loves bees because they pollinate the vegetable garden, and she likes to listen to the buzzing song they sing while collecting pollen, but now she swats at them when they threaten our morning time together. Hopefully neither one of us ends up stung!