8 Apr 2000 - Bees, Bugs, Bats,,,, These Are A Few Of My Least Favorite Things
Cyndi was talking about her fears today. Then I went to a journaling site and one of the questions was about fears. I have the normal fears; pain, death of a loved one, poverty, etc. But one fear that has gotten me attention and made people laugh at me is my fear of bugs.
On the farm where I grew up Daddy raised bees among other things. So I had to contend with the bees. I know they aren’t actually bugs, but they are just as bad. I can remember Daddy robbing the bees and walking to the house so calmly carrying a container of honeycomb, with the bees whizzing around him. If I saw him coming I would run squealing to my bedroom, slam the door, shove a nightgown or something under the crack in the door and stay there for hours. I remember one time after I had my license to drive. I heard that Daddy was going to rob the bees that morning. I called my best friend Terri and asked her if she wanted to go out. I went to the car to go pick her up. The bees were already riled up and one was on my car. It was on the roof closer to the driver’s side than the passenger side. So I got in on the passenger side and crawled over to the driver’s seat. I drove up at Terri’s and beeped for her. She came out got in the car. I drove fast to make sure the bee fell off. When we got to the mall, 10 miles away that “dad- gum” bee was still hanging on. It made me run to the mall. LOL. I sing, I have most of my life. And I have a very strong voice. Terri tells people that it came from all the screaming I did as a child while running from the bees. She lived next door. Although in the country next door can be aways away. But she can remember well hearing me screaming and saying, “A bee must be after Jami again.” Well that covers my bee phobia.

As much as I hate bees I hate bugs even more. I can’t stand them. During our years of renovations we even got a snake in the house once. I didn’t like that, but I could stand it. But if a bug gets in the house I can’t sleep till it’s taken care of. I really really hate them. And poor little Jordy he is the same way. As it turns out it must be genetic. My Grandfather Luther who I only met twice was very afraid of moths. LOL. By the way, I hate moths too, with their fuzzy little bodies.

As far as bugs and creepy crawly creatures go, Hannah is my hero. She will kill them for me, or take them outside. I call her “Hannah, the bug slayer”. LOL. Jamison is brave in that aspect too. Two years ago Calvin caught us a baby bat to study. He put it in a glass container for us to look at and we spent the day looking up things about bats. After Calvin went to work the bat started acting, shall I say batty. I called Calvin at work. He said just take it to the woods and let it go. I was scared to. Jordy screamed and ran to his room when I even looked at him. Hannah wasn’t home at the moment. So Jamison had to step up to bat. (Sorry, couldn’t resist the puns.) He was 5 at the time. I told him to take the container and when he got to the edge of the woods to unscrew the lid but not remove it them throw the container and run. He did. He is still proud that he took care of the bat that Mommy was afraid of. (And I know that a bat isn’t a bug. I feel sure Jon would point that out in a comment. But a bat is a lot like a mouse, which I am also very afraid of. I’d better stop with that I am getting silly.) Y’all have a great weekend. Jami
Cyndi was talking about her fears today. Then I went to a journaling site and one of the questions was about fears. I have the normal fears; pain, death of a loved one, poverty, etc. But one fear that has gotten me attention and made people laugh at me is my fear of bugs.
On the farm where I grew up Daddy raised bees among other things. So I had to contend with the bees. I know they aren’t actually bugs, but they are just as bad. I can remember Daddy robbing the bees and walking to the house so calmly carrying a container of honeycomb, with the bees whizzing around him. If I saw him coming I would run squealing to my bedroom, slam the door, shove a nightgown or something under the crack in the door and stay there for hours. I remember one time after I had my license to drive. I heard that Daddy was going to rob the bees that morning. I called my best friend Terri and asked her if she wanted to go out. I went to the car to go pick her up. The bees were already riled up and one was on my car. It was on the roof closer to the driver’s side than the passenger side. So I got in on the passenger side and crawled over to the driver’s seat. I drove up at Terri’s and beeped for her. She came out got in the car. I drove fast to make sure the bee fell off. When we got to the mall, 10 miles away that “dad- gum” bee was still hanging on. It made me run to the mall. LOL. I sing, I have most of my life. And I have a very strong voice. Terri tells people that it came from all the screaming I did as a child while running from the bees. She lived next door. Although in the country next door can be aways away. But she can remember well hearing me screaming and saying, “A bee must be after Jami again.” Well that covers my bee phobia.

As much as I hate bees I hate bugs even more. I can’t stand them. During our years of renovations we even got a snake in the house once. I didn’t like that, but I could stand it. But if a bug gets in the house I can’t sleep till it’s taken care of. I really really hate them. And poor little Jordy he is the same way. As it turns out it must be genetic. My Grandfather Luther who I only met twice was very afraid of moths. LOL. By the way, I hate moths too, with their fuzzy little bodies.
As far as bugs and creepy crawly creatures go, Hannah is my hero. She will kill them for me, or take them outside. I call her “Hannah, the bug slayer”. LOL. Jamison is brave in that aspect too. Two years ago Calvin caught us a baby bat to study. He put it in a glass container for us to look at and we spent the day looking up things about bats. After Calvin went to work the bat started acting, shall I say batty. I called Calvin at work. He said just take it to the woods and let it go. I was scared to. Jordy screamed and ran to his room when I even looked at him. Hannah wasn’t home at the moment. So Jamison had to step up to bat. (Sorry, couldn’t resist the puns.) He was 5 at the time. I told him to take the container and when he got to the edge of the woods to unscrew the lid but not remove it them throw the container and run. He did. He is still proud that he took care of the bat that Mommy was afraid of. (And I know that a bat isn’t a bug. I feel sure Jon would point that out in a comment. But a bat is a lot like a mouse, which I am also very afraid of. I’d better stop with that I am getting silly.) Y’all have a great weekend. Jami