Knight in Shining Armor

Today my cousin came to my rescue when I found a bee in our grandparent’s kitchen window. I have never gotten along with that certain insect. Ever since I was a kid, and I got stung by one, I have tried my best to avoid them.

I had heard a buzzing, like a large fly against glass, coming from the kitchen multiple times. Every time I went to point it out to W. the buzzing would stop. Giving up on trying to get him to hear it as well, I stood up to get a glass of juice from the kitchen. Just as I entered the room, I spotted a large bee crawling across the window pane. Quickly I backed away, and asked my cousin to come into the kitchen. When he took the two steps into the room, and I pointed out the flying insect, all he did was ask me what I wanted him to do about it.

I explained that I would be very grateful if he could get a paper towel and take care of the bug. He complied, having to wait a short moment for the bee to fall down the window pane again so he could actually reach it. When he went to flush the bundle, I assume because he moved pass the trash can and towards the bathroom, the now very angry bee stung him through the paper towel. My grandpa joined us in the kitchen shortly after, and had to take five swings to get the bee to give up.

I know we are supposed to be saving the bees, but can you really get upset with the situation when there is no way to get the insect back outside again with the rest of bee kind? Personally, I am not a fan of inside bugs, so most of those that find themselves inside the same building as me, end up in the same situation as this bee. RIP Bee…