This morning, while lazily lying in, I was assaulted by the Relentless Bumblebee of Cunning and Wrath (as he shall be known). A huge mofo, flew into my window and wizzed around the curtains for a bit. I tried to ignore him, but he was a noisey begger, so I got up and opened the window wider and out he went.
Back in bed, dozing, again, the bee came in through the window, though this time not satisfied with staying behind the curtains, flew in and started powering around my room like a spitfire in a dogfight. I got up again, opened the curtains, opened the window and got the fat old bee out. Then I closed the window, closed the curtains and went back to bed. Just 30 mins of snoozing is all I needed!
And then, this relentless beast from the very depths of hell can be heard buzzing around in the corridor outside my room. He's only gone and come in through the flippin bathroom window. I don't care too much cos my door is closed, but I know I'll probably have to hunt him down later. Then it goes silent for a moment, and I listen intently, until I hear the sound of tiny wings trapped in a tight space, beating. I look over to the door and to my absolute horror, the bee is squeezing its fat arse under my door! It's coming for me AGAIN, for the THIRD TIME! (N.b. This is why it has been named Relentless Bumblebee of Cunning and Wrath).
At this point it flies up into the air and does its victory dance around my bedroom, smashing into various things as it does. And this is when I make the decision to execute with extreme prejudice. Taking up a convenient 30cm shatter proof ruler, I approach the bee who has now landed on the window ledge in the gap between the curtains. It moves off behind the curtain as I draw near and I whip the curtain back ready to send it back to the stinking depths of hades from whence it came ...
IT HAS VANISHED! I spend the next 2 or 3 minutes searching everywhere around the curtains, window ledge, floor, behind the radiator etc. and its nowhere to be seen. It has out-smarted me, and right now it is somewhere in my room, plotting its next attack.
A totally true story! Out-smarted by a big fat bee and robbed of my precious sunday morning lie-in.