I found a bee in my house this morning.
I killed it. Sorry to those people who believe in all living things should live, but if it can sting me it has to die.
It’s the last thing I expected to see in my house this morning, but it’s a sign that spring is coming.
Snow one day and a bee the next.
Let’s hope the bees aren’t sharing my house with me. That would be bad and not the way I expect spring to start.
I’m afraid to go to bed tonight because I don’t want to wake up to a bee buzzing in my ear and possibly getting stung.
I know. I’m a wuss.