yayy I went to sleep at ten this morning, just over an hour ago... whoot!

and woke up to a buzzing sound
from my window
that turned out to be on my side of the window
on the inside
and a bee

I has fear of bees from a close range

Any how, this situation was met in the most mature way I, in my half asleep terrified craze could muster

I screamed, ran out of the room, and shut the door.

Genius, I know.

TT___TT

I proceeded to phone my mom, who didn't pick up.
So I called again, and she didn't pick up.
And so, I called again, and she didn't pick up. (all that lucky third time stuff doesn't work!)
And lo behond, I called her a fourth time, and she picks up.

Our conversation went something like this....

Mom: Hello? Are you alright?

Me: BEE!

Mom: .. What? Where?

Me: My room! Bee! Bzzzz bee!

Mom: Oh, oh okay, uh, get it out!"

Me: How?

Mom: Pick it up and take it out!

Me: Momma, I'm scared!! >> <<

Mom: Okay, okay, there's a spray - a bug spray in the kitchen shelf.

Me: *snif*.. okay

Mom: ...

Me: ...

Mom: .. Well, use it!

Me: Ohhh, smart.

Me: *armed with the spray can* Momma, I'm scared

Mom: It's not gonna eat you, you should be eating it

Me: MOMMA I'M SCARED

Mom: If you don't take that thing out, it will eat you

Me: *closes eyes and sprays toward general direction of bee* AAAAH MOMMA I'm scared

Mom: Is it dead?

Me: IT'S DYING SLOWLY Mom, I feel bad for it I FEEL BAD FOR IT WHAT DO I DO?!

Mom: Then stop spraying it and take it outside!

Me: It's dying slowly... TT________TT

Mom: Then stop spraying it and TAKE IT OUTSIDE!

Me: Momma, it stopped moving...

Mom: .. =___= Good girl, I'm hanging up now

Me: MOMMA don't hang up, i need emotional support!

Mom: *click*



I HATE BUGS
ew
ewww
ewwwwww
OMIGOSH EW
> <
If I had the sense and nerve, i think I would like to have taken the bee outside alive. but i'm so sorry for the bee. TT__TT it had to meet me while I was half asleep and without blood in my unthinking brain.