While I was getting things set up for yesterday’s party, a bee landed on my nose.
A bee. A big fuzzy black and yellow bee.
On my nose.
It took an awful lot of effort not to freak out. The whole sensation was bizarre. The only thing I can think of that might feel remotely like it would be if you were to take a toothbrush, yank 90% of the bristles out, and then have someone just lightly tap the end of your nose with the ragged remnants on the end of the brush. They’ll also need to blow gently on your upper lip to simulate the breeze coming off of the wings.
Oh, and they should do this while holding a red hot needle in their other hand, which they should jab right into one of your nostrils if you make any sudden moves.
Swatting the thing aside, or blowing on it to dislodge it seemed like really good ways to either get stung, or to have a bee fly into my mouth. Instead, I managed to kind of back away and ‘limbo’ under it.