One of my jobs every morning is to get the playground ready to go. I take the tarp off the sandbox, get the sand diggers ready, and unlock all the locks. This morning when I unlocked the Rubbermaid closet where we keep the jump ropes and balls, this was just inside on the door.
Torn between the desire to care for one of God’s creatures or kill it, I desperately looked around for a way to dislodge it from the door. Fortunately my frantic bumbling knocked the door a little bit and it flew away.
Whew. Crisis averted.
Lloyd, if you’re checking this, how’s Minnesota?
HAHAHA!! That video is hilarious! I was just laughing like a lunatic at my desk. I’m glad school hasn’t started yet.
You should have killed it. A shovel would have worked nicely. Now it’s angry that you disturbed it. It will hunt you.
Oh, bee hive! A.P.
Good one, Mister Powers.
I wish you would have taped a quarter to the door for scale. Twice that big, huh?
Uck. I found one in my house yesterday afternoon, too. One of my piano students received the privilege of watching me hunt it down with my trusty fly swatter and smash it repeatedly about 32 times.
Dnag it—I can’t watch the video—drats!
Thanks for beeing a good steward & not smashing it to smithereens (even though I would have)!
You can’t have any stinging creatures around your precious little ones!! They scare me!!
The little ones? They scare me, too. 🙂
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKK! Actually, that is more my “mouse” eek but my stinging things eek is harder to type.
Heh. Funny.