I used to read Clearpebbles's write up with amusement
, but now that I have experienced that which is Continuous Bee Attack
my life shall never bee the same (haha, bad pun, couldn't resist - sorry).
: Recently I attended a church camp. I am not a religious
person - AT ALL, but my parents wished me to go so I complied
. The third day
, I was exploring the main building at the camp and walked around a balcony on the second floor. As I make my way to the door on the other side, I find out it is locked and turn back around. Just my luck, it seemed that I had jarred
a bees nest when I shut the door the first time coming onto the balcony and they were just WAITING for me to return. I managed to swat 2 of them down, but the other 7 stung me in several places. After crawling back inside and taking many pain killers I remember none of the rest of that week.
Second Strike: Two days after camp ended I approached our tool shed to retrieve the lawn mower. Upon opening the door, I saw a black figure fly towards my face. I ducked and turned around just in time for a bee to sting me above the eyebrow (which hurts like a bitch
lemme tell ya). Following that, three of his buddies went for my leg - and found it. Running back in the house in pain I vowed revenge.
: I grabbed my smoke grenade
- a Raid fumigating canister. Strafe
d to the side of the shed, pulled the pin and lobbed it into the window and sealed the shed. Five hours later, the shed was opened and aired. I laughed gloriously over the bodies of my vanquished
enemies - at least 30 of them had been hiding in the rafters the sons of bitches.
So in conclusion - Clearpebbles
: If they are looking for human representatives, they came to the wrong place! My name, Tony, ALSO
can be taken as meaning flower
root - anthos, anther), BUT it also means "noteworthy or highly praiseworthy" which has JACK SHIT TO DO WITH BEES!!! So in conclusion, if they have forsaken me, I wish to remain forsaken.