— Circumstances beyond my control have been wreaking havoc on my well-laid summer plans. My writing is pretty much at a standstill at the moment, so I decided to take a trip in the “way-back machine” and share with you my first article. It was originally printed in October 2001, or maybe it was 2002. I can’t remember anymore.
My writing style has developed over the years, and I considered re-writing this story to bring it up to my current standards. But instead I will leave it in its original form. The story is a good one, even if the writing it is a bit stilted.
One hot summer day, my husband and I were waiting for an appraiser to come and look at the older, country home we were planning to buy.
I was very pregnant and very uncomfortable. Since the house had not been lived in for a while, it was stuffy and musty so we decided to wait on the front steps. My husband, being the curious little-boy type, lifted a giant stone slab off of the brick column I was sitting near. I don’t know what he thought he would find, but he got more than he bargained for. A giant bee flew out and started swarming around my head! I tried the old, “don’t bother it, and it won’t bother you,” but what a fallacy that proved to be.
I started running through the front yard yelling and hollering like a crazy, pregnant woman. Hubby followed close behind, waving his arms and trying to re-direct the bee. I stopped in the driveway, thinking I had outrun it. I looked down and fear struck as I saw the bee fly up my shorts! I ran down the driveway shrieking and stripping out of my maternity clothes. (Fortunately, only one person drove by and honked during my little striptease.) I jumped into my car but not before getting stung on the thigh.