Alright, Facebook friends...let me walk you through the last hour and a half of my evening. As Im pleasantly mowing the yard and enjoying the beautiful fall evening, I get the weed eater out at about 6:00 to trim the place up. This is the point in my evening where the triple threat of pain begins. 6:10 - a little too aggressive weed eating throws a chunk of grass or something directly into my left eyeball. 5 minutes of rubbing, blinking, and tear-wiping later, I give up and continue trimming with the chunk still squarely in my eye. 6:20 - this time a rock flies from the weed eater string at approximately 1000 miles per hour directly to the tip of my nose. Instant throbbing, eye watering, and frustrated grumbling, followed by another 5 minutes of rubbing, nose scrunching, and tear-wiping. Now for the real fun... 7:00 - my projectile-throwing weed eater string travels a bit too close to a well populated beehive. Apparently angered by me weed eating near their cozy hive, the family of bees instantly swarm my face and body and unleash their missiles. After considerably more than 5 minutes of yelling, slapping, swatting, running, and defending my wife and daughter from the bees that traveled into the house in my clothes, what seemed like dozens of stings turns out to be only 7 very painful welts. The moral of this painful story? Dont use weed eaters on Wednesdays. Also... Bees suck.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 00:50:22 +0000
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