You know what scares me?
My daughters (both of them) reactions to bees.
Everything is calm, and suddenly a bee appears and you would swear a ten foot mass murderer just appeared and was chasing them down the street.
All sense of rationalization goes right out the window; hands waving wildly, shouting, sheer panic.
It was time to do something about it. When they realized that there was no harm and the bee was probably attracted to whatever they had in their hair or whatever it is that women wear that smells so nice, they then calmed down and listened to what I had to say…
“Please calm down. They won’t hurt you,” were my words, as I thought of how much of a bee magnet I am and that I get bit just for the hell of it or so it seems, and often. Shhhh!
“Here, take the camera, they just want to get the pollen. Seriously, you ladies are beautiful but the bees, they’re not interested!”
And with that the youngest took the camera, took a deep breath, and started taking some pretty nice shots.
The funny thing is, it’s just bees that scares them, not alligators or snakes in the wild, not bears in the wild, not red wolves in the wild, but bees, which even potentially scares me more…
“Whats that breathing down my neck?”
“Just a bear, Dad.”
Lets hope that never happens.