My son has a terrible fear of bees — having been the only child to have been stung, ever, and FIVE TIMES in the last summer — to the point where…if he sees one…no matter how far away…he SCREAMS like a girl…and then pukes his guts up…usually on whatever part of my body he happens to be clinging to for dear life…at that moment.
This is Little Man.
This is Little Man, on steroids.
Any questions?
Not caring for the little stinging suckers, my ownself — especially yellow jackets – and spending a lot of time in our big backyard, filled with flowers and a rather large crop of cherries and Jersey tomatoes, I tried to convince my son that he couldn’t possibly spend the entire summer…indoors.
My son begged to differ.
“I got Playstation, a television and plenty of oatmeal…OH…YES…I…CAN!”
[heavy sigh]
No, I don’t think he’s was being weird — okay, eating oatmeal…IN THE SUMMER…maybe a little — but, the screaming like a girl thing (and the puking) was getting a bit old and I didn’t know what else to do.
So, my husband took matters into his own hands and hung one of these.
I had my doubts – we have a lot of bees and this looked a little to…you know…friendly, like I’d want to fill it with caffeine or appletinis and hookup by the pool with a couple of friends…or something — what’s this pretty little bag going to do with all these nasty little bees flying around?
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I don’t know if you can tell, but that’s a bunch of crispy-critters lying on the bottom of the bag and…DAYUM!…but, if the danged thing didn’t work!
Sometimes, we all need a little help in facing our fears – today, it was Mini-Me’s turn.
“I DON’T WANNA GET A SHOT….PWEEEZE….I PWUH-MUSS TO BE GOOD….PWEEEZE DON’T MAKE ME GET A SHOT!”
Oy.
Did I mention how much I hate well-visits — not to mention the fact that I am desperately AFRAID of needles –Â but, our pediatrician is cool and allows the rest of my gang to stay in the examining room…for moral support.
“Now…remember…think of your happy place…mine is the beach!…where’s your happy place?”
[choke…sob…choke]
“My…happy…pwace…is…CHOKE…shopping in duh mall!”
Thing Two was stroking her arm and Little Man started stroking her foot.
“Yah, just think of your happy place…like…mine is playing in our backyard…oh…except without the bees…because they have those SHARP stingers…but, don’t worry…they’re dead now and can’t hurt…anymore…not like THAT NEEDLE’s gonna, anyways!”
[sobbing]
And I made the mistake of looking at the needle(s)…again…burped…did I mention I HATE NEEDLES!?!…and spit up in my mouth…a little…which, made Mini-me laugh.
[poke]
Done.
Yep — it’s been one of those weeks – an appletini is sounding real good, right about now!
[Note: No bees suffered in the making of this post – MUCH! – as I’m sure the nasty little buggers died quickly!]Â
TGIF!
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18 responses to “Summer Vacation – Facing our fears with a little rescue and finding your happy place – Day 54”
OMG–I feel for your little guy. We hate bees too, mostly because of this that happened to all of us a couple summers ago:
http://www.zwire.com/site/news.cfm?newsid=7583440&BRD=1306&PAG=461&dept_id=484422&rfi=6
If you can’t click onto that link, it’s on my homepage at http://www.stephanieelliot.com.
I HATE BEES and any chance I get, I kill ’em!
OMG–I feel for your little guy. We hate bees too, mostly because of this that happened to all of us a couple summers ago:
http://www.zwire.com/site/news.cfm?newsid=7583440&BRD=1306&PAG=461&dept_id=484422&rfi=6
If you can’t click onto that link, it’s on my homepage at http://www.stephanieelliot.com.
I HATE BEES and any chance I get, I kill ’em!
I hate bees too. Poor fella…that steroids photo makes me wince! Hope you’re enjoying that appletini right about now mama. Cheers!
p.s. Happy Pwace…duh mall! So cute. I can just see your crew giving Mini Me a pep talk. 😉
I hate bees too. Poor fella…that steroids photo makes me wince! Hope you’re enjoying that appletini right about now mama. Cheers!
p.s. Happy Pwace…duh mall! So cute. I can just see your crew giving Mini Me a pep talk. 😉
p.s. my happy place is the beach, too…love the ocean, sand, surf…sunburn not so much
p.s. my happy place is the beach, too…love the ocean, sand, surf…sunburn not so much
Having been stung in the eye by a bumblebee at the age of 4 I ccompletely understand….my picture looks a lot like his..
http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j100/jason_lashawn/beesting.jpg
Having been stung in the eye by a bumblebee at the age of 4 I ccompletely understand….my picture looks a lot like his..
http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j100/jason_lashawn/beesting.jpg
Oh my word! His little face is SO swollen! My son’s looked like that a couple weeks ago after falling off his bike and an emergency room visit. How long did it take for the swelling to go down? Poor baby. We had a bee fear here too. Thanks for the tip on the trap 🙂
Oh my word! His little face is SO swollen! My son’s looked like that a couple weeks ago after falling off his bike and an emergency room visit. How long did it take for the swelling to go down? Poor baby. We had a bee fear here too. Thanks for the tip on the trap 🙂
Thank you for asking, Jill.
Little Man’s swelling became progressively worse and the picture was taken on his first day of steroids and three days after the bee sting.
The swelling went down in a matter of days, but the discoloration remained for more than two weeks after!
I’ve come to the conclusion that Little Man is a bee magnet.
October is the worst, though, with bees flying into everything in a druken stupor.
One of the reasons I love the winter – NO BUGS!
Thank you for asking, Jill.
Little Man’s swelling became progressively worse and the picture was taken on his first day of steroids and three days after the bee sting.
The swelling went down in a matter of days, but the discoloration remained for more than two weeks after!
I’ve come to the conclusion that Little Man is a bee magnet.
October is the worst, though, with bees flying into everything in a druken stupor.
One of the reasons I love the winter – NO BUGS!
Oh my God that photo is terrifying. Thank god for technology. Even if it is some weird iv bag that you hang from a tree.
Oh my God that photo is terrifying. Thank god for technology. Even if it is some weird iv bag that you hang from a tree.
Oh! Let me tell you about my family’s WAR on insects. We call it Operation Dust, Bait & Bag. We have a large wood deck around our pool and we live in the woods, so OMG the bugs! My dh has set up several of the yellow jacket traps you speak of, as well as Japanese beetle traps (which also work amazingly well!). Then, just for good measure, he buys this seriously heavy-duty spray and dusting powder from bugspray.net and just coats the house and the deck while I take the kids and go far, far away.
Oh! Let me tell you about my family’s WAR on insects. We call it Operation Dust, Bait & Bag. We have a large wood deck around our pool and we live in the woods, so OMG the bugs! My dh has set up several of the yellow jacket traps you speak of, as well as Japanese beetle traps (which also work amazingly well!). Then, just for good measure, he buys this seriously heavy-duty spray and dusting powder from bugspray.net and just coats the house and the deck while I take the kids and go far, far away.