Feeling kind of ill after stomach dropped out upon hearing shrieks, screaming, and crying from Rollie in the backyard. He got stung by a yellow jacket. First bee sting in six years. Hasn’t swollen up yet, thank god. Always worry about that, since my Grandma was deathly allergic. Amazing that I knew IMMEDIATELY that it was not a normal Tiller-pissed-me-off scream.
Tags: Bee Sting, Fear, Motherhood, Rollie, Yellowjackets
Sorry the little guy got stung. I hate bees. Denise loves to tease me because I’m so afraid of bees. Also clowns.
Lyle, clowns are a very serious threat, just like flying monkeys.
Rollie is doing just fine now. Popsicles will do wonders for bee stings.
Oh, and Todd didn’t know about your fears, so who knows? You might be getting a clown for Christmas now.
Is yours rooted in Poltergeist? That’s where my fear comes from.
Yes, Poltergeist. You know, that movie was on TV some time last year and Denise had never seen it so we both watched for a little while. It seems very campy now and not particularly scary. I had to assure her that it was much more terrifying in 1982 when that freaking clown puppet tried to strangle the little boy. Seriously messed up.
It haunted me for years. Still don’t like snow on the tv either.