This morning my wife and daughter started yelling, so I went downstairs to see what was up.They pointed at a sock and said it was buzzing. Tentatively, I picked up the sock and indeed, it did buzz angrily when I shook it. I opened the back door and carefully turned the sock inside out. Nestled in the heel was a small bee, having 40 winks. It must have climbed in the sock when it was on the washing line the night before.
I left the sock and bee on the windowsill and went inside to get my camera, but when I got back the bee had woken up and flew away.
There are a million stories in the big city. This has been one of them.
(I left the sock and bee on the windowsill and went inside to get my camera, but when I got back the bee had woken up and flew away.
There are a million stories in the big city. This has been one of them.
Smallbrainfield,
Tue 19 Jun 2012, 12:16,
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you serious?Or are you just pollen my leg?
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Sir Aunty Grampa Dave the Hat - enjoying a post-meridian muncheon - Ta! Cannaoogim!?,
Tue 19 Jun 2012, 12:20,
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It's a good job you didn't put it on.You would have been bee-feeted!
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Bourbon Fox Bourbon is a moron,
Tue 19 Jun 2012, 12:20,
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