Two Bee or Not to Be

Much of my homework is done late-night in the dorm basement/common room. This is nice; there are couches and a broken table. I like it.

There is also a soda machine. Standard. Coke and Nestea, generally cold.

But there is something that happens late at night in the soda machine. Something buzzes and hums at top volume, at evenly-spaced intervals. Whether machine or beast is responsible for this bizarre buzzzzzzzzing, I know not. It's probably a combination of both: Automated Bee. It's annoying as all hell, and I want an automated flyswatter or an axe, or something to destroy this mysterious entity that shriekingly buzzes me out of the lounge into the quiet safety of the kitchen.

And then yesterday I was reading when I heard that unmistakable drone of a big ugly black fly stuck at the window. I turned and faced, not a fly, but a giant gold wasp. Great.

I knew I should have plugged the holes in our AC unit better.

So I slinked over to my desk, grabbed my keys and shoes, then slid back to my dresser to change for yoga. I could be early. Of course, no one wants to be completely stinky in the hot classroom, so I threw on some scented lotion. Flower-scented. Great. I left Claire a note on the door to watch out, and ran away.

I guess my rant is that I forgot Spring brings new insect life, and I want it all to go away again. I think this is reasonable.