Shortly after I had locked Kid C and myself in the bathroom so that we could brush her hair for school in peace (without fear of her brother attacking her with an egg timer) Kevin pounded on the door "Charlie! Open!" or something like that.
I opened it and he explained a bee got tangled in his hair and stung him (thinking it was under attack?!)
The takeaway: wear a hat around the bees, less your coiffure be mistaken for a death snare.
and THAT is exactly why I'm terrified of bees. They get stuck in my hair and blame me with their stingers...that's pretty unfair! First time it happened, I was in 1st grade and completely freaked out and they sent me home because I wouldn't stop crying. Heh.
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