Singing In The Shower

Today there was no singing in the shower. There was, however, the high possibility of screaming in the shower. This morning I marched into the bathroom with my towel and shut the door. I heard a buzzing noise. I froze. What to do? Should I run? But then how could I take a shower. And I have to take a shower in the morning. It is part of my routine. Coffee. Shower. That’s the way it has to be.

Okay, obviously I need to kill the sucker. I grab a towel and stand guard, watching for it. I hear the buzzing again. It flashed before me and heads into the light fixture. Unfortunately, it did not get fried. Nor did I get a good look at it to determine whether or not it was an ordinary fly or… (scary music) a yellow jacket or some other sort of stinging insect. What with not having my glasses with me, because I don’t usually shower with my glasses, I couldn’t tell what the heck it was.

Naturally, in my imagination, it was a killer bee. I sneak out of the bathroom and run down to the basement for a can of insect spray. Charging back into the bathroom, fully armed, I stand at the ready. No killer bee is in sight.

I have a huge decision to make. Do I risk taking a shower? Will the killer bee come and attack me while I am in the shower? Are they afraid of water? Will it be hiding in my towel, waiting to get me when I’m done? I decided to be brave and take the risk.

It was the fastest shower ever. Then I carefully examined my towel before using it. I picked it up by a corner. I shook it. I examined it. Nothing was hiding in there. It seemed the killer bee had completely disappeared.

It wasn’t until hours later when I went back into the bathroom that I realized the window at the top has no screen & the thing probably found it’s way outside. Guess who won’t be opening the window at the top any more until the weather is well below 50.