When my sister-in-law asked, “Hey, could you look after my bees while I’m away?”, I thought, “Okay, how hard can it be?” Did you get that? How hard can it be. I know it’s weak, but you can’t imagine the day I’ve had.
I drove out to the back of beyond to check on the honey makers. I parked the car and I walked into some apian Jurassic Park.
These aren’t some cute little buzzers making honey for Winnie the Pooh.
Oh no, what she forgot to tell me was these things are monster bees on steroids.
Me and my Jimmy Choos ran as fast as Usain Bolt back to the relative safety of my car.
I swear they were laughing at me.
This week I was determined not to miss the starting gun. I do hope my sister-in-law won’t mind the reference to her bees. Check out the other Friday Fictioneers on Rochelle’s blog: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/07/31/2-august-2013/