Sunday, July 01, 2007

ATTACK OF THE MOLE-GROWING BEE!

Yes. Really.
 
According to my child.
 
This evening, I was standing in front of the mirror after an excursion at Wally World. We'd gone there earlier so I could find some foundation. Sheesh. Who'd a thunk it would have taken me two hours to find one I like? Since I don't usually wear the stuff, I had a hard time figuring out the right tone and brand. With summer's arrival, we've been outdoors nearly all day, everyday doing something. If we're not in the pool, we're at the beach, etc. So despite using 60 SPF sunscreen I now have an eruption of freckles on my face. Anyhoo, in the pool the other day, a bee divebombed my face. Didn't sting me at first.
 
At first.
 
My husband always says, "Don't swat at them and they won't sting you."
 
Welllll, it's kinda hard not to swat when, hours before, one of my children was stung by a wasp while minding her own business.
 
So this bee is smacking into my face repeatedly and my hand automatically reflexes up to smack my own face. THEN the bee stung me. Right in that tender spot of the temple beside my right eye.
 
My dumbdom didn't stop there. I came home, applied insect bite ointment and a band-aid.
 
Forgetting that I have a terrible latex allergy from working in healthcare for 15# years.
 
So now I have a moderately sized crater growing on my face where my skin reacted from the band-aid.
 
Fast forward to a few moments ago.....I'm standing in front of the mirror trying to figure out how to best apply the newly purchased foundation to the place on my face where it looks like a comet landed, and one of my children meanders in the bathroom.
 
"Whatcha doin?" she asks.
 
"Covering up this thing on my face," I say.
 
"Let me see it," she says.
 
I kneel down. She leans in and her eyes boing open.
 
"Mom! Oh no! Mom! You know what happened to you? You got stung by one of those mole-growing bees!"
 
I try not to look as perplexed as I am as I ask, "Mold-growing bees?"
 
"NO! MOLE! You have a mole up and growing on your face only it's growing in instead of out. That's what those mole-growing bees do. They bite ya and you get moles."
 
"What does a mole-growing bee look like?" I ask.
 
"It looks like a giant flying mole. It has like a bullnosed stinger and it likes to bite. It stings bloody snakes and eats baby guinea pigs and it flies and likes to tear up rainbows. And it likes to eat people's hair that's growing on the ground. One of those bees."
 
Oh-kay.  
 
I think we have another future fiction writer in da house.

--
Cheryl Wyatt   Gal. 2:20   Pouring my vial of words over Him.

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3 comments:

Christa said...

Wonderful story. Scary in spots. But wonderfully funny! By the way--I've had the same Wally World fixation in the cosmetics aisle for years. I've spent mini-fortunes, probably enough to buy myself a new face. I have to say, and I promise this is not a paid advertisement, that I stumbled onto Bare Escentuals--that mineral makeup that you apply with a brush...and I LOVE IT! It doesn't make me look like I'm wearing a mask or have some scalp-eating disease or like I'm jaundiced.

Shirlee McCoy said...

Ha! Too funny, squirl!

Pammer said...

LOL!

Let me guess, dd2?

Hope you feel better soon. (And you know I'm going to try Bare Essentials now. Constantly on the lookout for the perfect foundation and hadn't found it yet so I just don't wear one.)