Why Me?

I normally wouldn't post more than once a day, but this "adventure" of mine can't go undocumented...

My mother has always told me I have sweet blood, because no matter where I go or what I do, I always manage to attract any bees/wasps/hornets etc. within a ten foot radius. Funny, since I am irrationally, and paralyzingly terrified of anything yellow and black stripped (stinging or not). You would have this debilitating fear too if your earliest memory was being trapped in a car seat with wasps up the back of your shirt stinging you, while your mom tells you to behave. Think about that before judging me. So, today my Museum Education class went on a little field trip to an outdoor museum. Bugs or bees didn't even cross my mind (though the mud did), and everything went off without a hitch. We all pile into the two senate vans we took down there and headed off. Next thing I hear is "Molly you have a giant bug in your hair!" The panic sets in. Someone else brilliantly pipes up, "It's a wasp!" What is a van full of girls going to do with a wasp in someones hair? Scream, and flail around of course. That's just what we did. Some yelled at me to shake my head out the window, and others halfheartedly swatted at my hair (I don't blame them, I wouldnt want to be stung either). By this time I had unbuckled myself and was furiously shaking my hair out the window. It must have looked like I finally had a psychotic break. I looked in the side view mirror and the wasp was still there, barely hanging on to the hair on the side of my head. A couple more shakes and it disappeared. I leaned back in my seat. I vaguely heard someone say it may have fallen into the car, and I panicked again, looking around on the floor and next to me on the seat. Nothing. "Molly, it's on your sweater!" I almost cried. Everyone started screaming again and flailing around, trying to dislodge it from right under my armpit. I managed to unbutton my cardigan and turned the sleeve inside out. The whole rest of the ride we sat with the wasp inside the sleeve, and one of the other girls holding it down (hopefully suffocating it). When we got back to campus, we all started to argue about who was going to shake it out. I had it in my hair and under my armpit, I was NOT going to do it. Finally we convinced one of our professors to do it for us. It truly was an adventure today, and proves that even in March, I still attract any bee within ten feet of me.