For the record, I am not all that scared of too many things in life. I hate spiders, but I deal with them. Sometimes darkness seems suffocating, but usually it just signifies sleep. Snakes don't bother me, rats are gross but not paralyzing. You see, I'm tough. I can take a lot and deal with a lot.
But there is one thing that absolutely TERRIFIES me - causes me to respond irrationally, flip out, go crazy, experience high anxiety, become paralyzed and sweeps any clear thoughts in my head out the door.
It just so happens that I am absolutely, thoroughly, completely, unquestionably TERRIFIED of...
BEES.
So, please try and visualize this....
This morning seemed like any old morning - maybe a little more exciting since it is a Friday and the weekend is almost here - but mostly normal. I finished getting ready, gathered my stuff together, walked out of my room and headed for the stairs to go and make my lunch. Imagine my utter disbelief and surprise upon realizing that at the bottom of the stairs swarming around the light fixture were about 30 bees - all equipped with stingers, buzzing wings and the ugliest bodies ever!!! AHHH!!! The bigger problem was that I noticed them when I was located directly below the light fixture! Right above my head, literally about three feet away, was a visual display of death and anxiety and it hit me like a storm. So, what did I do? I booked it up the stairs as fast as I could!! I had to get away or else I would die of fright and paralyzation!!
I made it up the stairs, gathered my lunch as quickly as I could and raced up to my roommates' room to inform them of the horrible scenario that had transpired. They tried to calm me down (I had woken them up and I'm sure they were a little annoyed) and told me to just run past them and that I would be OK.
So, that is what I tried to do.
I tried to force myself back down the stairs, through the swarm of bees and out our front door. But I just couldn't do it. I was stuck. I would take one step, see a bee fly toward me, scream, and retreat. I'm sure my roommates heard all the commotion I was making because they came out to help me...because honestly, I just couldn't do it by myself. I seriously could not force my self to take the steps needed to reach freedom from the predicament that I found myself in. The fear was so great that I could feel it crawling through my blood. I was worried that I was going to have an anxiety attack as my fight or flight response continued to escalate. I was about to have a serious breakdown.
Finally, my roommate Renee told me to put a sweatshirt around my head and told me to stare at the floor. She then continued to steer me down the stairs, under the swarming bees, finally pushing me out the front door to my safety!
Thank you Renee!!
So now, I am at work... in my office... thanking God that I did not die... while still wondering what the HELL am I going to do about this problem! I can't sleep at my house tonight!! What if our landlord can't fix the problem immediately (I called them this morning and still have not heard back from them)??!! So, call me homeless because I will not go back in there until I am completely reassured that every single big, ferocious, scary, stinging bee is out of my house.