My Compassion, It is Fleeting

Posted by Moose on August 20th, 2007. Filed under: Adventures.

One of the first things I saw on our camping trip last week, besides this:

View from camp site

…was this:

damn bees

Bumblebee Auschwitz. I felt bad for the poor, dead creatures until I was sitting serenely by the lake and a bee came out of nowhere and BIT ME. After I stopped jumping up and down and shrieking at a rather blistering octave, I stomped over to the hanging bee catcher and screamed, “YOU DESERVED IT! ALL OF YOU!” Then I took an Advil and went back to apologize.

I also stared at the lake hoping to see the Loch Ness monster (it may be the wrong lake but I’m an optimist), read a novel cover to cover, sang a They Might Be Giants song in front of a San Francisco Opera singer, and set marshmallows on fire. And the dog chased a deer. I’ve never seen her sprint so fast.

sleepy dog

Recovery time, after the Mad Deer Dash of 2007.

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9 Responses to My Compassion, It is Fleeting

  1. catheroo
    August 20th, 2007 at 5:38 pm

    I HATE BEES!

    And I just clicked on the link to that novel, and there is a BEE ON THE PAGE! At the bottom. Do you see? So, maybe by reading that novel, you were inviting bees. GAH!

    Or maybe the bug on the bottom of the page is a WASP. Same difference.

    P.S. I love burned marshmallows.

  2. superblondgirl
    August 20th, 2007 at 7:54 pm

    Yum, marshmallows. If only you could have that taste without having to (shudder) camp. I read that book – it was pretty good, I thought. The museum with the moths and stuff? Crazy.

  3. Moose's paw
    August 20th, 2007 at 8:11 pm

    Ahh Moose, how could you have forgotten?

    There was a camping trip back in the days when Moose was quite small. It too was by a lake: Juniper Lake near Mount Lassen. Beautiful place.

    Lots of bees. Enough that if Moose wanted to eat her sandwich for lunch she had to get up and walk around because the bees immediately made for any exposed food
    . . . even if you were in the process of eating it. So walking around was mandatory while eating, just to stay away from the bees.

    Well, all but one bee. The one that was on Moose’s sandwich when she bit down. Ever have a bee sting the roof of your mouth?

    Moose clearly was not a happy camper!

    Couldn’t blame her. She did live though.

  4. Kristin
    August 21st, 2007 at 8:14 am

    Your blog is cute! I’m moving to San Francisco soon – maybe our paths will cross! And I can totally empathize with you re: the bees. I was attacked by a whole hive one time and walked, rather ran, away with 18 stings and only my underwear still on my body (I lost the shirt and skirt along the way in an attempt to get the pesky things off me!). What a traumatizing experience. Let them all go to Bumblebee Auschwitz for all I care!

  5. OMSH
    August 21st, 2007 at 2:50 pm

    Is it odd that I have a desperate need to scratch everywhere right now?

    Oh how I would love a quiet moment to read a novel cover to cover. Preferably in a place where someone will rub my feet and bring me coffee until noon and margaritas thereafter.

    I’m going to live vicariously through you until you have children. Then, I’m going to laugh and laugh and laugh…

    hahaha
    JOKING.

  6. squid
    August 22nd, 2007 at 1:57 pm

    did the book have pop ups??? i love thoes kinds of books!

  7. kerrianne
    August 23rd, 2007 at 7:17 pm

    Ever since watching (the most horrible, ridiculous) movie “Wicker Man,” I think about Nicolas Cage screaming “No, not the bees! NOT THE BEES!” and then, “Oh! My eyes! My eyes!” every time I see a bee. Or something resembling a bee. (Those are direct quotes. That movie was horrifying in its sheer awfulness.) But, yeah, anyway: pretty! pictures.

  8. Linda
    August 25th, 2007 at 8:30 am

    Working with a grill client as I do, I can really stop a conversation with outdoor cooking trivea. An example: Did you know that 40% of the large marshmallows toasted in America are done over a grill? Kind of sad, huh? The campfires of our youth have been replaced with stainless steel monoliths in our backyards that cost hundreds of dollars to buy and maintain, just so Skippy and little Betty can taste a s’more. So bravo to the good old-fashioned campfire, I say.

  9. Jhianna
    August 27th, 2007 at 12:36 pm

    Stupid bees! The lake looks beautiful, and I’d say that’s a well deserved rest after Mad Deer Dash of 2007.

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