Ok, you might not believe this, I didn't at first.
There are lots of bees in Port. Don't know why, there just are. If we leave either of our doors open we're sure to have two to three bees in the house in a matter of 15 minutes or so. If not sooner. Anyway, that's not the point.
Yesterday I was sitting in the living room watching a bee fly around, not having been bothered enough to go get the fly swatter yet, and then I noticed it. The bee crapped (sorry for the foul language) in midflight. And I thought to myself, self, did that bee just crap in your living room? But at the risk of sounding foolish and unbelievable to my wife, I kept the thoughts my self had to, well, myself.
No sooner, had I given those thought back to my self, when, right there, right above me, as I'm still watching this bee, it lets another one go. And as if it wasn't enough that it had the audacity to do this twice, in my living room, the second time it landed, you guessed it on me. Right on the back of my hand. Much smaller than a seagull, no less disgusting. Okay, a little less disgusting. I think it was actually, a welcomed scientific discovery. This bee was having a bout of diarrhea in my living room, more importantly on me. And no, I didn't think to get any pictures, although it was visible on my hand.
And so how was your day?
Posted by edHahaha... that's pretty funny, Ed! I had no idea that bees "pooped" but I guess it makes sense if you think about it--but how "big" was it, I mean, like, in comparison to other things? The size of a penny on your arm? a paper clip? something else?
Posted by: Raquel CapelozzaThinner than a paper clip, like I said, better than a seagull.
Posted by: ed