First Impressions Can Bee Hard
// January 26th, 2010 // 2 Comments » // writing
i was stung by a wasp. i screamed out in pain. i tried to kill the little beast but instead i only knocked him off. he began to fly away; i chased him around my yard, bent on revenge. i ran in circles, trampling flowers, kicking up gravel, flailing my arms about, yelling ‘i’m going to get you, you little bastard’.
i caught him, i swatted him to the ground, i stomped on him. i stomped and jumped and crushed, laughing maniacally. when i felt like i had made my point i stepped back, smiling from ear to ear. i raised my hand to beasts’ target area and began soothing the stinging sensation.
i heard a distant cough. i turned, hand still hitched on the pain. dozens of strangers in the next yard standing, staring at me, silently. mesmerized by my antics. my new neighbors, having their housewarming party. i made a wonderful first impression.
