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So, today in French class the professor's just finished the role when I happen to glance at my skirt.

Oh. There's something on my skirt. I start to brush it off--

I freeze. Terror wells inside me. Stay calm. Stay calm.

"There's a bee on me."

No one says anything for a moment. The class is oddly silent as my words sink in. People look over and see the distinct yellow-black little bee. "Oh my god," the girl next to me says, "There really is a bee!" Her voices raises up into a panicked squeal.

And now, chaos.

The boy sitting one row forward rolls up his newspaper. "Don't move!" he warns me. I'm holding my skirt out a little with one hand, desperately trying to stay calm. He quickly brushes the off bee of me and on to the carpet -- I step on the poor little guy because I don't want to get stung. Selfish, I know, but the fucker looked Africanized and those bees are motherfuckers.

I start to clap, others join in. Sam takes a little half-bow to acknowledge my gratitude.

And now the question remains... how long had that bee been there?!

gah

being harassed in class with "let's go out some day, okay?" and "i think you're hot. let's go out" is really really really annoying

especially when you're working

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Hell, Maxine, I was laughing my ass off. Mostly because I just happen to laugh whenever I get nervous, and because the situation WAS really funny.

I mean... how often does one get to say "There's a bee on me" in the middle of class??

@Africanized
I just assumed the motherfucker was out for blood. I thought you could tell a difference, though?
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/c ... zedbee.jpg

Maybe you can't. It's probably just wishful thinking... the plight of the honey bee is really concerning to me ;____; especially since Bee Movie was so fucking awesome.

@Bees and fear
I'm not scared of bees that much. Once when I was a young child, my brother and I did the thing where we took metal pipes or sticks and went and bashed the dead limbs off trees. Dead limbs shatter like glass, you see, and it is most enjoyable to smash them with a metal pipe like you're some sort of fantasy video game hero.

Anyway, my brother accidentally smashed a bee hive. Angry bees came pouring out. They were everywhere. They were crawling over my face, around my body, in my clothes -- my brother warned me to KEEP STILL!

I don't remember how we got away. I just remember looking at him, covered in bees but perfectly zen about it, and feeling the bees all over myself. My next memory is looking at my face in the mirror -- I'd been stung on my face. Fortunately, just the one sting. My brother didn't get stung at all.

So really, one little bee wasn't that terrifying. I just wanted it OFF!

I am terrified of scorpions. I can't even stand to look at them. I don't even like fake ones, or illustrations of them.

I also HATE crickets/grasshoppers. I can handle spiders better than crickets!

@Herpes -- not me. Not me. Freshmen here that I feel reeeally bad for as I spend all day wondering about things. I mean, I did warn them but it's hard to resist the allure of sex with her if you're horribly wasted. That and I was somewhat joking as, yeah, it may have been sketchy BUT she was clean as far as we knew.

Guess not.

As for bees, I have a friend who is terribly allergic to them so ... yeah.

Want to know what the best kind of allergy is? An allergy to allergenic medication. I mean, what kind of sucker has a thing like that..?

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LOL, I'm not really mad, noodles. XD