Deelee
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I was going to write the title as "Bee Rant", but that would probably make the honeybee lovers mad.
To set the stage - my aero-plane is broken. She sits with her alternator ripped from deep within her most scared of cavities - the engine bay. She sits, unable to produce the life-blood of her electrical system..... electricity... Her donor alternator will not arrive until Monday. So I also sit... unable to take flight.
As I have nothing to do today except brood and fret over gravity's tether on my being, I decide to perform some hatred landscaping. Specifically, the shaping of several large hedges and shrubbery that surround my abode.
While delicately carving away at an overgrown boxwood, I feel the angry jab of a stinger piercing the armor of my Miller Lite t-shirt and continuing it's journey into my flesh.
Curse! Curse you vile insect! Why? Oh, why. I am not your enemy! I only wish to increase the property value of my home and un-**** off my spouse who, if this chore left unperformed, would inflict more stinging pain than thy barb. Why!! Oh, stinging, fiery pain! Venom searing and inflicting more agony than the very torment I feel looking at the azure sky knowing I will not take flight. But death be to thee! For with your angry prick, you have dis-emboweled yourself. So perish! Burn in whatever hell exists for your winged kind.
I haterd bees.
To set the stage - my aero-plane is broken. She sits with her alternator ripped from deep within her most scared of cavities - the engine bay. She sits, unable to produce the life-blood of her electrical system..... electricity... Her donor alternator will not arrive until Monday. So I also sit... unable to take flight.
As I have nothing to do today except brood and fret over gravity's tether on my being, I decide to perform some hatred landscaping. Specifically, the shaping of several large hedges and shrubbery that surround my abode.
While delicately carving away at an overgrown boxwood, I feel the angry jab of a stinger piercing the armor of my Miller Lite t-shirt and continuing it's journey into my flesh.
Curse! Curse you vile insect! Why? Oh, why. I am not your enemy! I only wish to increase the property value of my home and un-**** off my spouse who, if this chore left unperformed, would inflict more stinging pain than thy barb. Why!! Oh, stinging, fiery pain! Venom searing and inflicting more agony than the very torment I feel looking at the azure sky knowing I will not take flight. But death be to thee! For with your angry prick, you have dis-emboweled yourself. So perish! Burn in whatever hell exists for your winged kind.
I haterd bees.