Stories for the Grandkids…

So imagine you are holding a bee hive.  Now imagine you, for whatever reason, decide that it would be a grand idea to smash that bee hive on the ground right in front of you.  The outcome of such a scenario would be uncomfortable to say the least.  Well my day at work was indeed uncomfortable.  There were no bees involved but there were a bajillion mosquitos.  My knowledge on mosquitos is limited, so I am unaware of how and where they live but I now know that they have anger issues.  Especially when they are in large numbers.  I say this because I was swarmed, yes swarmed, by tons of these little buggers today!  The best way to describe this was the analogy of the bee hive I just gave.  They were everywhere and they were not happy!  The intensity of their rage was overwhelming.  Each time I clapped my hands I killed a good four or five!  Now mosquitos are normally nothing more than a minor irratance but this… this was epic.  If I had a can of bug-spray, or a hand grenade, they would have been sorry.  Moral of the story is… well I don’t have a moral really.  But this just felt like a good thing to share.  Seriously though… if I had a grenade…