Well . . . that was weird

I just now awoke from an arguably ill-timed nap (coulda/shoulda been studying for finals). I walked into my bedroom (napping on love seat), and, lo and behold, there were about a dozen bees flying around. My windows are sealed tight. I have no idea how they got there.

I calmly walked to the kitchen drawer, opened the last roll of flypaper I have, and went bee collecting. No bees attacked; most went peacefully. The large majority were congregated around the dangling chain of my ceiling fan. I lightly touched the flypaper against each bee, trapping it. After I collected all the bees I could see, I took the flypaper outside and threw it away.

It's finals time. I can't sit around contemplating how or why a dozen bees decided to make my bedroom hive central. My windows weren't opened, and I saw no hoses evident of the ol' slip-your-neighbor-a-mess-o'-bees trick.

For now, studying and more studying.

But that sure was weird.



BEES