What's Buzzing?

IT'S A BEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday morning I was awakened by a sharp feeling on the tip of my nose. Not a huge thing. Sometimes the ends of my hair can feel sharp, so I just thought my hair was irritating my nose. When I swiped my face with my hand though, I felt something, and when I opened my eyes I saw a bee!!!! It fell down on my sheets, and didn't fly away, it just flopped around like a fish out of water. I couldn't believe it! I just got stung by a bee...in my sleep!!! It hurt so bad, I just started crying.

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With all the stuff I have in my room I couldn't find anything to kill this gift of pain with! I crumpled it up in my sheet, with the thought I could come back later and finish the job, and I went downstairs. I couldn't see anything b/c I had such HUGE tears in my eyes! They were running down my cheeks so hard my pj's were getting really wet. I hate that wet neck feeling from tears.

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I finally got to my mom's room and I sat on her bed and I started shaking her to wake up, and when she finally saw me I cried out, "Ijustgotstungbyabeeinmysleepanditwokemeup!" My mom looked at me like, "what?!" So I tried to repeat it more clearly. "I justgotstungbyabeeinmybed!" I can't remember her precise reply, but she repeated something that rhymed with "bee," like, "What, you hurt your knee?!" By this time I am so frustrated b/c I can't express what happened clearly, I am soaked with tears, I am in so much pain, AND I AM UN-UNDERSTANDABLE!!! That just added more sniffles. So then I cried out, "No,you'renotlisteningtome.. I...Got...Stung...By...A...Bee...In....My....Sleep...

and...It....Woke...Me...Up!"

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She told me to go put some ice on it. Unbelievable! Why didn't I think of that! If a kid would have come crying to me, that's the first thing I would have done. Funny how my first thought was, go get Mom, not, go get ice!

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So I made my way back to the kitchen, all the way mumbling, "Iknewit! Iknewthiswasgoingtohappen! ItoldyouIwasgoingtogetstungbyabeeinbed!!" Wish I could prophecize more pertinent lifechanging events, not bee stings!!

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About 2 weeks ago I was killing 2 bees a day in my bedroom. I don't know how they were getting in; but regardless, they were, and I wasn't housing them for free, I was trying to get rid of them! I've been "bee-free" for about a week now, so I thought I was good to go. But during the time that I was continually tracking these flying menaces down I told my parents, "One of these days I am going to get stung in my sleep!" :O The ONE thing I am right about!! It's my own fault, after I said that, in my head I thought, "Hmmmm, I wonder if that would wake me up?" Guess I got my answer! I am a pretty sound sleeper, but now I know, Yes, a bee stinging me, WILL in fact waken me from the deepest of sleep!!!

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As I was getting the ice ready, I was thinking, maybe it didn't really sting me, maybe I was just more shocked than anything, and what I felt wasn't really a stinger. I sat down in the living room and turned on an old b/w movie to get my mind off of everything. Of course, it's hard to get your mind off something as you have ice melting in your hand and cold water running down your arm. But I was trying. The whole time I was sitting there, I was thinking it was "Sunday" morning and I knew I couldn't sit in that chair all day. I had to get ready for church. Then my next fear came. What if this nose swells up and gets all weird looking, there's no way to disguise it! I was surprised b/c my mom came and laid down on the couch and was watching the movie with me. It shocked me that she wasn't getting ready for church. I finally looked at the clock and it said 9:45! I said, "MOM! It's 9:45!" Which on Sunday means! Hurry up! We're late! She didn't even move. I asked where Dad was b/c I hadn't seen him all day. She told me he was at work. Then I was really confused. My Dad is a mailman---no mail on Sundays! He also does a paper route, but everything's suppose to be delivered by 6 am. So I said, "At work? On the paper route?" My mom looked at me like I was crazy and said, "No, at the Post Office." I couldn't help it, nothing was clicking, and I said--"On, a SUNDAY!!!" :O My mom started laughing and said, "Ah, Jessica, it's Saturday!" ?? Ohhh! Man, talk about a time warp! I think the bee sucked out part of my brain---of course I don't know what it was doing in my nose, but that's beside the point!

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In the end, everything turned out fine. No swollen nose, and although it hurt throughout my work day, it was at least bearable. Today, all is fine. Of course, I kept covering my face last night, and this morning I saw a bee flying outside my window, which made me shoot out of bed like a rocket. That just gave me a few extra a minutes to get ready for church so it was a good thing. I've been a little jumpy with flying bugs yesterday and today, but as soon as I recognize it to be a mosquito or fly, I pretty much relax. I don't exactly know what happened to the original culprit. By the time I made it back to my room, the sheet I had crumpled him up in was completely empty. I keep telling myself he crawled to his death, but part of me thinks he's going to wait in the corner and come out in the middle of the night and seek revenge. So if my next post is merely a picture of me with a swollen face you will know how the rest of this story ends. I am hoping the later is not true, and in fact, this is the last chapter of my "Bee-Free" tale.