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kieraiivibes · 6 years

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You’ve Gotta BEE Kidding Me!

Hey Guys! This is just a quick story about a person experience of mine that I wrote about for Language Arts. I thought it might be fun to share, so I decided to post it! Hope you enjoy it! P.S. I changed all the names. (except for my dog)

One day, my language arts teacher told us to write an essay telling the class about a crazy event in our lives, and even though I didn’t know it, I was in for one heck of a ride. After Mrs. Hamilton read us a previous student’s work, everyone was sufficiently excited. We went to work brainstorming ideas on pieces of scrap paper. As I sat there contemplating which of many events to write about, I remained blissfully unaware of the nightmare that lay ahead of me.

At the end of the day, I had to walk home. I was just turning into my driveway when I noticed a small sign at the edge of the lawn notifying me that the lawn sprayers had come over for a brief visit. After quickly scanning the small sign, I continued into the house. I kicked my flip-flops off in the basement before heading up the stairs to see my dog, Senna. As I opened the door, the small brown labrador retriever wiggled and vibrated with excitement. However she also looked pretty nervous. Looking back on it, that probably should have tipped me off that something was wrong, but I just assumed that she had to be let out. I shrugged off my backpack, plopping it down in the usual spot before trotting over to the back door and opening it. Senna took off running at full speed up the hill, and I stepped outside onto the porch. As I closed the door behind me, I heard a ploink on the glass. I turned around, curious as to what made the noise, and saw this BIG ASS BEE on the INSIDE of the house! I let out a cry of alarm and instinctively backpedaled off the porch. As Senna came bounding back up to my side, I was drop-kicked in the gut with the realization of just how bad my situation really was.

Ok, so I'm stuck outside with no shoes on & standing on chemical-covered grass, my only companion is a stir-crazy labrador retriever, & I have no leash to keep her on. I left my backpack inside, so I have no cell phone, and my parents won’t be home for another two hours. Great.

As I analyzed the situation, Senna made a bid for freedom and darted between the houses towards the front yard. Panicked, I sped after her, pausing briefly to yell curses at our oak tree for dropping stealth traps, also known as acorns, in the grass where they were all but invisible. When I finally caught up with the wiggly mass of brown fur, she was viciously attacking a passing girl, slowly smothering the poor thing to death with her signature snuggle attack. As I attempted to pry my pupper off the saliva-drenched schoolgirl, I was hit with an idea. Once the girl was gone, I ran across the street, dog in tow, and rang the neighbors’ doorbell. After about a minute and no reply, I slowly walked away, only to spin back around at the sound of a door opening.

“Hey Lunalletta,” Mrs. Reyes said. “Whatcha doin’ here?” I smiled and quickly explained my situation, relieved to have help. After I finished, Mrs. Reyes nodded and told me to wait while she went inside and got wipes for my feet. When she came back, I quickly wiped my feet clean of any chemicals. After that, we headed off towards my house.

As my garage door slowly rose upwards, Mrs. Reyes inquired as to whether or not I would head upstairs with her. Deciding I owed it to her to at least offer backup, I told her that I was going upstairs. She nodded her head before tromping up to the second floor, rolled-up newspaper in hand. I followed along, attempting to keep the dog behind me to no avail. As Senna darted past us into the other room, we started looking for the bee. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, preparing me for the battle that was about to take place. Suddenly, Senna came trotting back into the room, snorting violently and shaking her head. Terrified, I stood rooted to the spot as Mrs. Reyes rushed into the other room, ready to take on the furious yellow intruder.

The two foes faced each other, both waiting to see who would make the first move. Suddenly, Mrs. Reyes went in for the attack. She swung her newspaper with speed and strength, but the bee dodged out of the way before it could be smashed. It went straight for her face, but Mrs. Reyes was ready. She took a couple steps back before grabbing the newspaper with both hands and bringing it down one, two, three times, crushing her attacker.

I stood there, mouth agape as Mrs. Reyes walked over to the trash can and scraped the bee off her now bloodied weapon. When she turned back around, Mrs. Reyes smiled at me, and my mouth seemed to finally unfreeze. Praise and thanks tumbled unbroken from my lips, momentarily overwhelming her. However, once she had absorbed what I said, she scooped me into a hug.

“Anytime, sweetie!” Mrs. Reyes chirped. As we walked down the stairs, she tucked the newspaper into her back pocket. We said goodbye, and I pressed the button to shut the garage. Suddenly, I realized I still held the wipes she had lent me. “THE WIPES!” I yelled, and chucked them through the gap underneath the door. The last thing I heard before the garage completely closed was a burst of laughter, then silence.

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