That snake story reminds me of the time I was working with my bees.
Now, you must understand that, even though I was protected with gloves,
bee hat, and ankle clips, my mind would play tricks on me. I would
frequently imagine little creeping feelings inside my clothes, but had
learned to ignore them. After all ...what's a little bee sting, I had been
stung many time before.
Well, one day I was working puffing smoke into one hive, when I felt one
of those ticklings high on the inside of my thigh. Initially, I ignored it,
until I glanced down and saw a hole in my pants in that area!
I TURNED TO STONE!
Was this really a bee? Was it my imagination? what should I do?
Whatever.... I did the only thing I could.....I started frantically pumping
smoke into the hole in my pants. After what seemed like an eternity, out
stumbled a groggy bee. Whew! What a relief!
As funny as this story sounds now, I get even more of a chuckle thinking
about what if some passerby had come upon this scene? A man garbed in
strange attire, madly puffing smoke into his pants!??
Sounds like a scene from Saturday Night Live.
Ron
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Good thing the school bus didn't come by on that occasion! :)
Brigitte
The Alternative Pond & Gardens Mart, Inc.
http://www.pondmarket.com.
That snake story reminds me of the time I was working with my bees.
Now, you must understand that, even though I was protected with
gloves,
bee hat, and ankle clips, my mind would play tricks on me. I would
frequently imagine little creeping feelings inside my clothes, but had
learned to ignore them. After all ...what's a little bee sting, I had been
stung many time before.
Well, one day I was working puffing smoke into one hive, when I felt
one
of those ticklings high on the inside of my thigh. Initially, I ignored it,
until I glanced down and saw a hole in my pants in that area!
I TURNED TO STONE!
Was this really a bee? Was it my imagination? what should I do?
Whatever.... I did the only thing I could.....I started frantically pumping
smoke into the hole in my pants. After what seemed like an eternity, out
stumbled a groggy bee. Whew! What a relief!
As funny as this story sounds now, I get even more of a chuckle
thinking
about what if some passerby had come upon this scene? A man garbed in
strange attire, madly puffing smoke into his pants!??
Sounds like a scene from Saturday Night Live.
Ron
Find Balance...Find Peace....
Find me...at: http://www.artmakers.com/terrarium
Help Earth Celebrations save New York City's gardens:
http://www.artmakers.com/nygarden
Quick thinking, Ron. I'd have been screaming my head off, assuming you
could get me anywhere near a bee hive in the first place.
Karen, (temporarily in FL)
NW of Pittsburgh, PA, Zone 6/5b
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Pek
Sent: Friday, March 31, 2000 1:28 AM
To: GARDENS@LSV.UKY.EDU
Subject: Re: Was: Snake Story Now: Bee Story
Some of you may remember my wasp tale of a few years ago -
I was out in the garden in my swimming suit weeding when, on my way back
from a trip to the compost pile, I walked under our plum tree. A wasp fel=
l
off one of the ripe plums and right into my d=E9colletage! I screamed and
heaved my enormous bosom out of my swimming suit. Luckily the wasp must h=
ave
been drunk on fermented plum juice cause he just flew away without stingi=
ng
me and I was left standing in the middle of the garden with my bosom in m=
y
hands. Again luckily no one was passing by cause I was in full view of th=
e
street. You never saw any one stuff their body back into their swimming s=
uit
quicker. Then, of course, I began to laugh.
Linda in Vienna (Austria)
Enormous bosom? Ahhh, Linda, are you following the Schumann-Heink path?
During her prime, she was to sing with an orchestra, but enter from the
back of the orchestra. She was a formidable woman, and couldn't find an
opening large enough for her to slide through. One of the bass violists
said, "Mme., try it sideways." In exasperation, she retorted, "Sidevays!
Sidevays! I ain't got a sidevays!"
I'm rapidly approaching that zenith myself. Rats. And I wasn't supposed to
gain weight. Margaret L
Linda Pek wrote:
As a southron gentleman I'm trying not to visualize this but am rapidly
failing. Sounds like something that would happen to one of my largely
endowed sisters.
George, also ROTFLMAO
Some of you may remember my wasp tale of a few years ago -
I was out in the garden in my swimming suit weeding when, on my way =
back
from a trip to the compost pile, I walked under our plum tree. A wasp =
fell
off one of the ripe plums and right into my d=E9colletage! I screamed =
and
heaved my enormous bosom out of my swimming suit. Luckily the wasp must =
have
been drunk on fermented plum juice cause he just flew away without =
stinging
me and I was left standing in the middle of the garden with my bosom in =
my
hands. Again luckily no one was passing by cause I was in full view of =
the
street. You never saw any one stuff their body back into their swimming =
suit
quicker. Then, of course, I began to laugh.
Linda in Vienna (Austria)
Of course, the elderly gentleman living across the street, looking at
life through the curtains had to go change pants! =
Brenda in Lethbridge (ROTFL)
Linda Pek wrote:
> =
> Some of you may remember my wasp tale of a few years ago -
> I was out in the garden in my swimming suit weeding when, on my way bac=
k
> from a trip to the compost pile, I walked under our plum tree. A wasp f=
ell
> off one of the ripe plums and right into my d=E9colletage! I screamed a=
nd
> heaved my enormous bosom out of my swimming suit. Luckily the wasp must=
have
> been drunk on fermented plum juice cause he just flew away without stin=
ging
> me and I was left standing in the middle of the garden with my bosom in=
my
> hands. Again luckily no one was passing by cause I was in full view of =
the
> street. You never saw any one stuff their body back into their swimming=
suit
