We are back from our yearly week at Camp Hermosa and I think I can speak for our whole family when I say the ennui is at an all-time high around here. Well, except for Ellie, who is remarkably cheerful and is talking like there is a bomb on the bus that will explode if she gets below a thousand words a minute. I discovered on Saturday that Ellie’s tendency to sob when saying goodbye after an enjoyable day with a friend is not so much “weird” as it is “inherited directly from me” as I wept a little when we left camp and could very much have ended up crying, “I just want to stay and plaaaaaay! They’re my beee-eeee-eeee-eee-st fr-iii-eeee-nds!” had I lingered any more over the goodbyes.
We came home from camp with the usual giant piles of laundry (plus bonus horrifying spiders stowed away in our luggage) and an unidentifiable stink in my car. Before we left there was always a mild mildew odour when the air conditioner first turned on, but now it smells like something crawled into the inner workings of the car and died. I left the windows rolled down yesterday morning in an attempt to air it out, and only remembered upon returning to the car in the afternoon that this was an unwise decision, because of bees. I can’t remember if I told this story at the time, but shortly before Zach was born, a bee flew into the car and I left the windows open, figuring the bee would exit the car when he or she was ready. That plan did not work. My dad arrived a few hours later to pick up Ellie, and said, “Hey, did you know your car is full of bees?” (He then got all of the bees out of my car because he is a great dad.) I was pleasantly surprised to discover this time there were no bees in my car! No bees at all. Except for the five bees that came out of the woodwork a few minutes later and swarmed around my head when I was driving 90 kilometres an hour down a country road. I am pretty sure my life flashed before my eyes. I thought to myself, “This is how I’m going to die. In a stinky car filled with bees.”
I hit the button to put the front windows down and the bees were sucked out the window and thankfully I lived to tell the tale. I’m no doctor, but I’m starting to think maybe bees are attracted to goldfish cracker crumbs, drops of apple juice, and the smear of donut icing Ellie left on the window.