That is going to be the title of my book. Once again Kai's behavior has me perplexed until ouch I sat on a bee. I had been out feeding the bees sugar water, which is a precarious thing to do, because in the fall you are taking away a food source. So I managed to get the bottles of sugar water into the house, filled and then back to the hive. I had donned my bee suit top and gloves, but I was wearing black pants. Bees do not like black it is an instinct about bears. Anyway I thought I had got away unscathed but as I went into the living room Kai went ballistic, grabbing at my pant leg, sniffing at me, just in a panic. So I asked, yes I ask my dog questions, "Is there a bee on me, where is it girl?"
Apparently it was crawling on my pants, so when I sat down, it did not initially sting me, but when I moved to check where it was, I found it. Or it found me and stung me right in the butt. I went into the bathroom and Kai was still going crazy, then I heard the buzz, so Kai and I left the bathroom. I shut the door and Kai ran to her crate and got inside.
The bee must have crawled out from under the door, because before long I found Kai trying to chew something. It was the dying bee. I picked it up with a tissue and put it outside. Kai was then a nervous Nelly, she kept looking over her back for bees. Eventually, she quieted down. The next time she starts pulling at my pants I am going to be sure not to sit down, until I have checked myself over.
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