Yesterday, I set my status on facebook to:

Curtis just escaped a near death experience.

While my life was not really in danger, there were enough people questioning this “experience” that I’ve decided to share the story with the world.  So, if you have heard/read this already, I apologize.

I only had a short day of work yesterday as I was in Harrisburg for a quick 2 hour training.  Upon arriving home, I decided that I was going to get some stuff done around the house.  I’m rarely home and consequently rarely have time to keep things “looking nice”.  On the list of things to do: yard work and laundry.

I mowed around the edge of the property and down my driveway (areas that get usually get missed with the riding mower.)  I also pulled some big ugly weeds out of the garden as well as from the turn around area in front of my house.  This was my downfall, and oddly, where the story gets good.

While I was pulling out these weeds I was also pulling up a fair amount of earth with their roots, creating small holes in the ground.  This was my thought process for what happened next:

Well that’s weird… there’s a lot of bugs flying around that hole…

It was about that time when I realized that they weren’t just bugs flying, they were massive* killer** bees.  Had I have hung around much longer than the split second that I did, the outcome may have been much worse.  THERE WERE BEES EVERYWHERE!!!!!  Fortunately for me, I was only stung one time.  In retrospect, I attribute my good fortunes to the fact that I busted out some secret ninja moves known only to the government… but mostly it was because I ran away screaming like a little girl.

So, that was my experience.  It wasn’t horrible, I know.  But, join me next week, for Volume 2 of my near death experience : “Dumping Gasoline into a Bees Nest”

*added for dramatic effect
**added for even more dramatic effect

(special thanks to aussiegall for the picture (used under creative commons license))