Apiphobia

Well, good news. I am finally feeling better. I know you’ve been on pins and needles wondering about the status of my “brohitis” as Caroline calls it. Shout out to the Z-pac and Tussionex cough syrup. You complete me.

Since I was on the mend, Caroline and I headed down to South Texas on Saturday to meet up with P at a friend’s ranch. I figured it was a great way to keep her entertained with minimal effort from me, since I was still hitting the cough syrup pretty hard, and I was right. We hadn’t been there five minutes before she and P headed out in the Polaris to look for wildlife.

They didn’t see much, mainly because she is five and has a limited ability to sit still for more than four seconds, but she did come home with a deer bone and that pretty much made the trip a success in her mind because it doesn’t get any better than that.

Actually, the highlight for her was when P came in from the Sunday morning hunt with a rattlesnake that he had shot and then cut the head off. Did you know that rattlesnakes continue to move for hours after they are dead and decapitated?

Yeah. Me neither.

Needless to say, I was completely disgusted. Caroline, however, was fascinated. She just sat and watched this headless snake move around until a bee flew close to her head and then she completely freaked out because “A BEE! A BEE! IT MIGHT STING ME!”

Sure, because the bees are the real concern.