Bees!
The other night, I pulled back the covers and hopped into bed.
Within about 1.5seconds I was back out of bed because I had just laid down on a bee/wasp that bit and/or stung me three times.
It’s only March and I wasn’t aware I needed to be on the lookout for vicious bees especially waiting for me in my bed. The assumption is that maybe there’s a nest in the attic and it came through a ceiling vent.
I stunned it with a bedside copy of Runner’s World and then flushed it down the toilet.
I was so shocked that the bees had come for me ‘in my own home!’ If I can’t expect to be safe there, where can I?
Sidenote: It was maybe 4 years ago that I got my first ever bee sting. I had made it about 26 years through my life without being bothered by these bastards and I got stung when I stepped on one while playing frisbee (frollicking) in the grass. And now I laid down on one. I guess from their perspective, I’m the one after them.