Bees suck!

I haven't posted anything all week. I have so many little moments and incidents, that none of them seem big enough to write about and bother you all with! But when I look back over the week, I'm grateful for some of those small moments. Here is one standout moment:

A bee bit me. You might be wondering how on Earth I could possibly be grateful for that moment so I'll  tell you. (Lucky you!) I've been going to work faithfully to prepare my room, materials and mind for Tuesday :) Two weeks ago when I went for the first time, I couldn't help but notice the hundreds (that might be a slight exaggeration) of bee carcasses all over my window sills and floor. The head custodian, John, whom I adore, told me there was a nest outside my window and my window frame had a crack. The nest was bombed, the crack filled, problem solved, right? Wrong. Those buggers keep getting in my room anyway. Each day I'd show up to find more dead bees and some still alive which I promptly annihilated.

This past Wednesday was our kick off day, so I had to be at work all day. When we finally were given a measly hour to ourselves to work, I was checking email. Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting on the back of my neck. I reached up to feel it and quickly realized a bee had stung me and the damn thing got tangled in my hair then went down the back of my shirt. If you know me at all, then you know I didn't weather this calmly. I went batshit crazy, jumped up, swatted, flapped my hair, arms, shirt, anything I could really, trying to get it out to no avail! I screamed for Snyder. He ignored me. Idiot. I screamed again and he came over and helped flap the back of my shirt and it finally flew out. John has no idea how close he came to seeing me in a state of undress. The only thing that stopped from whipping my shirt off was the fact that I could hear parents and their children decorating lockers in the hallway. That's all I needed - getting in trouble for flashing kids. They frown upon that behavior for some reason.

Well, I was mad, it hurt, and I felt like a jerk for making a big ruckus. The nurse nursed me (thank you Roberta!) and then I went to see John, our head custodian. (Did I mention I adore him?!) Here's why I love him: he genuinely felt bad and then sprang into action. He called the bee people and arranged for them to come the very next day and bomb my room. This may seem ordinary, but he had already gone through the proper channels regarding these bees and this time he took matters into his own hands. I love a man of action! He even texted me later to check on me!

So the bee sting made me grateful for John. He is a genuinely caring, kind man who is great at his job and makes me laugh every day. The incident made me grateful that I was stung, not Ryan when she was in the day before. I'm also glad it prompted the bombing so no kids get stung next week.

I still itch like a son of a gun and the bump is big and gross, but I'm okay. Hopefully the bees aren't!