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ZZZZzzzzZZZ!!!
...but it never stops...
So I came home from the dentist, out the other side of the black pit of fear, and saw Sebastian sleeping on Teri's lap. He'd only been sleeping for half an hour or so, so she asked me to take him upstairs to his crib. I did, but as I carried him up the stairs he woke up a little and started fussing. I laid him down in the crib, but he was too awake now for me to jusst walk away - he wanted me to lie down next to the crib.
So I did, of course. There's a large stuffed toy lion that we use as a pillow in such situations; it's pretty comfortable. Quietly I lay still on the floor, listening to the boy stirring restlessly in the crib. Once his breathing deepened, I'd quietly leave the room.
It was taking longer than usual, so I made myself a little more comfortable. Wiggling onto my side a bit, I slid a hand under the lion, between the lion and the floor. And found I was touching something slightly rough; fuzzy, but a little rougher than most of the lion. I wondered what it was.
Suddenly a very loud buzzing filled the nursery! It seemed to be coming from whatever I was touching. Was it one of those damned electronic toys that people insist on giving us? I couldn't remember anything that made a sound like this. It was really loud, and there was no way an ordinary battery-powered toy could make a sound like this.
I tried feeling the thing, but I just couldn't figure it out - and then, with a dreadful suspicion, I turned the lion over. And saw the biggest bumblebee I've ever seen in my life, its stinger stuck deep into the lion. It buzzed furiously.
Need I say that I grabbed the lion and ran like hell? Down the stairs, out into the rain, and then an exciting thirty seconds or so trying to get that bee detatched from the lion and out of the house without getting stung. With a final sort of towel-snapping movement, the bee flew free and hit the ground. I jumped back and slammed the door.
I've never been stung, by the way; the closest I've come is a long time ago when I found a stinger under the outer layer of skin on my hand. It burned a little, but didn't cause any real problem when I pulled it out.
So I came home from the dentist, out the other side of the black pit of fear, and saw Sebastian sleeping on Teri's lap. He'd only been sleeping for half an hour or so, so she asked me to take him upstairs to his crib. I did, but as I carried him up the stairs he woke up a little and started fussing. I laid him down in the crib, but he was too awake now for me to jusst walk away - he wanted me to lie down next to the crib.
So I did, of course. There's a large stuffed toy lion that we use as a pillow in such situations; it's pretty comfortable. Quietly I lay still on the floor, listening to the boy stirring restlessly in the crib. Once his breathing deepened, I'd quietly leave the room.
It was taking longer than usual, so I made myself a little more comfortable. Wiggling onto my side a bit, I slid a hand under the lion, between the lion and the floor. And found I was touching something slightly rough; fuzzy, but a little rougher than most of the lion. I wondered what it was.
Suddenly a very loud buzzing filled the nursery! It seemed to be coming from whatever I was touching. Was it one of those damned electronic toys that people insist on giving us? I couldn't remember anything that made a sound like this. It was really loud, and there was no way an ordinary battery-powered toy could make a sound like this.
I tried feeling the thing, but I just couldn't figure it out - and then, with a dreadful suspicion, I turned the lion over. And saw the biggest bumblebee I've ever seen in my life, its stinger stuck deep into the lion. It buzzed furiously.
Need I say that I grabbed the lion and ran like hell? Down the stairs, out into the rain, and then an exciting thirty seconds or so trying to get that bee detatched from the lion and out of the house without getting stung. With a final sort of towel-snapping movement, the bee flew free and hit the ground. I jumped back and slammed the door.
I've never been stung, by the way; the closest I've come is a long time ago when I found a stinger under the outer layer of skin on my hand. It burned a little, but didn't cause any real problem when I pulled it out.