Bees. Motherfucking bees. Hate 'em. 
I was helping my dad move some hay today (I live on a farm when I'm not at school
) and we uncovered a half-built nest of hornets. It looked like the second, unfinished Death Star. Hundreds of really pissed off hornets. I fled like a little girl and my Dad got stung five times because he can't run as fast as me.
Bees are my one totally irrational fear. Spiders, snakes, heights, enclosed spaces, whatever. Doesn't faze me. But bees. Bleh. It started when I was in 6th grade and was stung on the eyeball by a yellow jacket and had to go to the hospital. Now I just freak out when I'm close to them.
And yes, any stinging insect is a bee, whether or not it is actually a bee. If it stings and it hurts, it's a fucking bee.
Fucking bees.
I was helping my dad move some hay today (I live on a farm when I'm not at school
) and we uncovered a half-built nest of hornets. It looked like the second, unfinished Death Star. Hundreds of really pissed off hornets. I fled like a little girl and my Dad got stung five times because he can't run as fast as me.
Bees are my one totally irrational fear. Spiders, snakes, heights, enclosed spaces, whatever. Doesn't faze me. But bees. Bleh. It started when I was in 6th grade and was stung on the eyeball by a yellow jacket and had to go to the hospital. Now I just freak out when I'm close to them.
And yes, any stinging insect is a bee, whether or not it is actually a bee. If it stings and it hurts, it's a fucking bee.
Fucking bees.
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