The big bug that could
It was Friday, February 10th. I came home after the Senior game and put my bags down next to the stairs like I always do. There was a lump of dirt close to where my bags were. I figured it was a chunk of dirt that flew out of my bag when I dropped it so I didn’t pay much attention to it.
I went back and forth between my bag and the laundry room to put dirty soccer clothes in the washing machine and each time, I just glanced at the lump of dirt and never paid attention to it. I did feel bothered by the black spot which was the dirt on the otherwise white tiling of the floor though.
I took a shower and approached the stairs which would lead to my room. But the black spot really bothered me so I decided to clean up the lump of dirt. So I leaned closer to it.
The dirt wiggled.
It was not dirt.
It was a bee.
A black bee.
A black crippled bee.
It was wiggling around feebly to move itself across the tiles.

I was severely grossed out. I left it there. I don’t like to touch bugs. I don’t like to see bugs. I thought it would just starve to death somewhere, especially since it’s crippled. Or maybe Gento will step on it and it’d die.
Sunday, February 12th. I was sitting on my wheelie chair and spinning around and doing whatever people do on chairs with wheels. I decided I wanted to take a shower. I was feeling kind of icky. Plus, it beat doing homework. I got off my chair and I noticed a black lump that looked like eraser shavings on the plastic square which my wheelie chair can wheel on. But I just left the room without much thought. In the shower (where I do all my thinking), I thought about the lump of eraser shavings.
“Could eraser shavings be that big…”
“Well it sorta DID look like eraser shavings…”
“Remember that bee from Friday?…”
“Knowing my luck, it COULD be…”
“Nah, there’s no way it could’ve lived two more days. I mean it was crippled! And it’d still have to climb up a flight of stairs and another ten yards or so to actually get to my room!”
It did.
It really fricken did.
I don’t even know how.
I returned to my room and cautiously inspected the lump. Lo and behold, it was the bee. It was the stupid, black, crippled bee. But it wasn’t moving. I was gone for most of the day the day before so I figured it must’ve somehow managed to get to my room and died there and I just didn’t notice until now. All I had to do was get rid of the dead body. I wouldn’t even have to care how I treat it because it was dead!
I poked it with a pamphlet I found. The bee started wiggling around again. How strong is this bee!? It traveled a great distance just by crawling, it must’ve been starving, AND it was crippled! BUT IT WAS STILL MOVING.
I couldn’t handle it anymore. I had to put an end to this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJiILsEyoFg&feature=youtu.be
^This is how I got rid of it.
(I tried to embed the video but the embedding code didn’t work so I gave up.)
PS. I hear rustling in my trash can…