This beeeeeee! Oh my lanta! What a terrifying moment… I felt like a child yelling for their mom and dad. I screamed. I panicked. I ran. Actually, I did more than that. I even texted my family in our group message telling them that one of them needs to come over and deal with the bee. Ha! like that was going to happen. Half of my family lives three hours away from me, one is on the East Coast, and the other, well, she’s 30 minutes away from where I live, but let’s be real, she would not come to my rescue when it comes to any type of bug. Actually, to be totally honest, all my sisters probably would have done the same thing. We would have yelled for Dad to come deal with it, then Dad would joking pretend to throw it on us (😂). Oh man, there are so many good stories like that.

Anyways, back on track. I had to face my fear! This is part of living on your own, right? I was in a panic. I wanted to cry and I wanted this bee to get out of my house. I wanted nothing to do with it. At first, I saw it crawling on my couch, but then the next thing I know, it was chilling on the window. I had to think of a plan.

I texted a dear friend of mine, what do I do?! I didn’t want to kill it, but I also wanted it gone. She quickly texted ideas: open the window, use a vacuum, or get a cup and a piece of paper. Ahhh all sound terrifying!

I grabbed a mason jar and a piece of paper that had an old bill on it. It took me what felt like ages to muster up the courage to put the jar over the bee. I took a deep breath. Quickly, I had the bee trapped in the jar. Then what! Ahhh!!! I had to slide the paper underneath the jar. Breathe!!! Then came to hard part. I slowly took the jar off the window with the bee trapped inside and the paper covering the top. I opened my screen door and put the jar on the ground. I did it! It was outside.

But that wasn’t it… I needed to let this little bee outside of the jar. He needed to be free. I took another deep breath. I went back outside and slid the paper off and ran back in my house. I sat on the ground and watched this bee for a bit. I then realized this bee wasn’t a bee, it was a wasp. I analyzed every move it made. I was surprised it didn’t just fly away, instead he hung around for quite sometime.

Eventually, after about 30 minutes or so, it was off on its next adventure.

This bee/wasp taught me:

1. Every b** deserves a second chance.
2. Removing it from my house back outside wasn’t as scary as it felt or thought.
3. I am brave.
4. Breathing is a beautiful technique.

Needless to say, this little bee/wasp taught me more than I thought it would. Oh, how I treasure these simplistic moments and beautiful lessons.