The Toy and the Bee
Today was sort of a catch-up day for me, where I got to recover from my lack of sleep from the weekend and had a chance to do some much needed laundery. After I had just brought up a load of clothes to fold, there's a knock at my door and a USC Housing Service guy is at my door asking to look in my bathroom because there's some water leaking down below. He looks around a bit before calling up another guy and together they assess my bathtub to be dismal. They discuss how they need to replace pretty much the entire thing, but determine that the leaking isn't coming from my apartment. One of the guys then rushes towards to door to check back downstairs when he suddenly stops in front of me (where I am casually folding clothes) and looks at the Lego ship I got for my birthday.
"Hey, that's pretty cool! Is it yours?"
"Oh yah, I just got it for my birthday."
"Ah nice. Did you build it yourself?"
"Yup. I put it together the night I go it."
"Man that's really cool...."
He then calls out to the other guy still in my bathroom to come check it out. He joins his fellow worker in admiring my Lego ship. So here I am with two 40+ year old plumbers, basically who are just raving over this toy. It just goes to show that you are never too old to appreciate Lego. Like I told my dad, that 8+ age requirement on each box is just a suggestion.
Later this evening I found myself working on my last report for the semester with my partner Lindsay. She was on her laptop and I was sitting at my computer when all of the sudden I hear this tremendous buzzing sound. I turn my head left to see a huge bee frantically trying to get into the apartment by buzzing up against the glass door. I look at it for a while and then start to turn away knowing that it couldn't possibly get into the apartment, when it does the unthinkable: it manages to find its way through the crack between the two glass panes and enter the apartment. How a bee of that size could slip through the panel so many other insects have tried and failed to enter by is mind-boggling. But I didn't have time to think about it, I had to deal with the fact that a huge ass bee has invaded my living area. It finally settled down on my ceiling and apparently found something interesting because it stayed there. My original intent of shooing it out an open window/door wasn't going to work because it was making itself comfortable, so I had to take action. I sidle past it into the kitchen where I look for something big enough to whack it with. It seemed a little cliche, but a small frying pan seemed to be the best weapon against it. So I slink past it again and go to my closet where I put on a thick sweater (in case if I don't kill it and it decides to attack me I'll have a thick layer of protection on my arms) and for kicks my Costa Rican Crocodile Hunter hat. I get back to my frying pan, set up a chair and slowly inch up towards the still stationary bee on my ceiling, all the while Lindsay is waiting in the other corner of the room. I positioned myself and...
"Three...Two...One..."
*WHACK*
With one fatal swoop the bee is slain and falls harmlessly to the ground. I gently scoop it up and throw it away then casually replace the pan to the stove and return to my work. I'd say that's just another priceless memory I'm going to be leaving behind when I graduate. At least I got to test my mad frying pan skills.
"Hey, that's pretty cool! Is it yours?"
"Oh yah, I just got it for my birthday."
"Ah nice. Did you build it yourself?"
"Yup. I put it together the night I go it."
"Man that's really cool...."
He then calls out to the other guy still in my bathroom to come check it out. He joins his fellow worker in admiring my Lego ship. So here I am with two 40+ year old plumbers, basically who are just raving over this toy. It just goes to show that you are never too old to appreciate Lego. Like I told my dad, that 8+ age requirement on each box is just a suggestion.
Later this evening I found myself working on my last report for the semester with my partner Lindsay. She was on her laptop and I was sitting at my computer when all of the sudden I hear this tremendous buzzing sound. I turn my head left to see a huge bee frantically trying to get into the apartment by buzzing up against the glass door. I look at it for a while and then start to turn away knowing that it couldn't possibly get into the apartment, when it does the unthinkable: it manages to find its way through the crack between the two glass panes and enter the apartment. How a bee of that size could slip through the panel so many other insects have tried and failed to enter by is mind-boggling. But I didn't have time to think about it, I had to deal with the fact that a huge ass bee has invaded my living area. It finally settled down on my ceiling and apparently found something interesting because it stayed there. My original intent of shooing it out an open window/door wasn't going to work because it was making itself comfortable, so I had to take action. I sidle past it into the kitchen where I look for something big enough to whack it with. It seemed a little cliche, but a small frying pan seemed to be the best weapon against it. So I slink past it again and go to my closet where I put on a thick sweater (in case if I don't kill it and it decides to attack me I'll have a thick layer of protection on my arms) and for kicks my Costa Rican Crocodile Hunter hat. I get back to my frying pan, set up a chair and slowly inch up towards the still stationary bee on my ceiling, all the while Lindsay is waiting in the other corner of the room. I positioned myself and...
"Three...Two...One..."
*WHACK*
With one fatal swoop the bee is slain and falls harmlessly to the ground. I gently scoop it up and throw it away then casually replace the pan to the stove and return to my work. I'd say that's just another priceless memory I'm going to be leaving behind when I graduate. At least I got to test my mad frying pan skills.
posted by Chris Burzlaff @ 4/26/2005
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