Near Death Experience

Today I had a near death experience. Those of you who know me well know I am not squeemish about most things and I am not overly dramatic. However, today I thought I was going to die. I had opened our patio door to let Paisley run in and out and went to study. I went back into our living room to check on her and there it was... a killer bee. Ok, maybe it was a regular bee, but it was a killer to me. Out of all the things in the world to be afraid of, bees are my fear. Give me spiders all day, but I freak out about bees. I was by myself, totally freaking out. I had to keep yelling at Paisley because she kept chasing it around and literally jumping in the air trying to catch it, all the while trying to figure out what to do. I thought about opening the door wider and hoping it would leave, but no. What if it followed me into the other room? What if it settled in my bed and when I got in it tonight it was waiting for me, ready to pounce? No, no. I had to kill it myself. I picked up our new MacArthur Park church directory and smacked the life out of it. Then, fighting off Paisley, I carried it in Jordan's hat to the sink where I washed it down the drain. For some reason I got satisfaction by turning on the dispose-all... Take that killer bee!!!