Thursday, June 11, 2009

Quit Freaking Out

The one thing I am afraid of is wasps. I can't think of anything else that I am really afraid of, not bees nor snakes nor tornadoes nor clowns nor death...just wasps. I dream about them sometimes. I know that my fear of wasps is irrational, but there it is. The times that I've been injured enough to go to the ER--once from a motorcycle accident and once from falling and breaking my wrist--have been because of a wasp. I kid you not.
Yesterday on the front porch, an Unidentified Flying Bug came buzzing past my face. I startled and shrieked. Mojo said, "Quit freaking out about everything, Mama. Just sit still and be quiet."
Just sit still and be quiet, indeed. Do you know that every single time I have been stung by a wasp, I have been quietly minding my own business? Freaking out scares them away.
We won't mention the fact that motorcycle accidents and broken wrists hurt worse than wasp stings.

1 comment:

  1. LOL Not that it is funny to be scard of anything. but Paula wasp? You can get past this for sure. LOL