Post by ThinkinOnIt on Aug 26, 2004 6:30:03 GMT -5
I was fortunate enough to see one of the most Interesting things Tuesday morning around 7:00 am: I was riding with my friend Rachel to work when we came up on a traffic jam caused by a car crash (no injuries, BTW). We were just sitting there waiting when one of the people who I have literally known all my life, caught my eye. He was standing in the yard with a baseball bat dressed completely in a white bed sheet with two eye holes, fake ghost style with a necktie around his neck. He also happened to be carrying a ladder to the base of a tree. I rolled the window down and asked if he need some help, I asked in hopes that he would tell my why he looked like Casper the friendly ghost meets Babe Ruth meets This old house. He told me that he didn't need any help, and that for my own safety I should roll the window back up. I did, and watched as he climbed the tree holding a baseball bat with one hand climbing with the other. He was about 15 feet up when he went out on a brach about 6 inches in diameter, and started hitting the branch as hard as he could (and maintain his balance). Then it all made sense: there was a bees nest on the branch and he was trying to dislodge it. Thats when the bees started to fight back, and did so very suddenly. Talk about man getting out of a tree quick, he shot down that ladder like he was born on one. now he is standing it the front yard, taking wild swings at bees with his baseball bat, and failing miserably. the bees got behind him and started to back him out in between the stopped traffic, and his is still swinging with all his strength and missing by a dozen miles. Now this guy stands between 6'4" and 6'6" and weighs in at just under 300 pounds, and he is having an awful time with about 50 bees, swarming his head. Cussing every breath, making up new words by combining his old favorites. At that time he caught a motorcycle cops attention, which comes to see what the noise is all about, he joined the new game (something about trying to hit bees with sticks) and began swinging his nightstick at the bees. the bees herded them out of the street just before the traffic started moving again. the last I saw of the group they were playing there little game when another cop stopped it with a fire extinguisher. I kind of wish I could have joinedthem, it looked like a lot of fun.
P.S.: This is a very true story, that did take plae on tueday morning. For the record, no lasting problem were caused by the bee's except for one sting which was in a very tender place (inner thigh, a bee got up his jeans). Who says you have to live in the big city to see humor.
P.S.: This is a very true story, that did take plae on tueday morning. For the record, no lasting problem were caused by the bee's except for one sting which was in a very tender place (inner thigh, a bee got up his jeans). Who says you have to live in the big city to see humor.