It began as any typical weekday. I was in the living room working on the computer and Allison was, well, doing whatever she was doing. Before too long though, I heard a shout of, “Hey! Get outta here!” I paused and looked towards the direction of the commotion. “Ughhhhh!” came another cry.
Allison was in trouble, and I was now on the alert. Before I finished what I was doing so that I could go investigate another “Seriously!?? Leave me alone!” erupted from down the hall. Alright, finishing reading the article could wait. I needed to go see what was happening in the kitchen. What I encountered was a terrifying scene.
Allison was shooing away about a dozen bees that had decided to invade the kitchen amidst her making some delicious, honey-infused granola. She swung her wooden spoon wildly as bees alighted upon the granola-filled trays and cooking utensils. I didn’t want any of that situation and, besides, Allison was already a goner. I turned to leave but a pang in my chest forced me to remain and do what I could to save her…and the granola.
Using my extraordinary clever wit, I snagged the emptied trays (emptied of granola, not of bees) and put them on the back patio while Allison powered on a fan to blow the bees out the door. Within minutes order was restored to the kitchen and, except for a couple of stragglers who couldn’t figure out that there was no passing through a (quite dirty) glass window, we were safe from bees once again.
But you know, that’s just the way that life is lived down here in Paraguay. Things are a bit wilder, a little less safe, and filled with fun and excitement when looked at in the right light!
Anyone else have some dramatic animal/bug stories they’d like to share?