Craig and Traci, I have a story to tell about your little ones.
I have to preface it by saying that I have absolutely no fear, dread, anxiety or revulsion of bees, wasps, hornets, et al. Don't know why, just don't. Also, I'm admitting (hesitantly to be sure) that I don't understand that in other people, even other LITTLE people. Since I don't understand, I don't have too much patience. Wish it were different and I am working on it!
At Too, the last time with Gabby and Joey, we were unloading the car or doing some chore when two little dears set up a howl, crying, and in a panic. A wasp had flown around or by them.
Nana thought to nip this in the bud because you all are aware that in rural Missouri we are going to be dealing with bees, wasps, hornets, et al about every 28 minutes. Nana stopped in her tracks. Gabby! Joey! When you see a wasp, react! Don't just stand and cry! If you are outside, go in! If you are inside, go out! Soldiers react! Move. Walk. Go. Don't just cry!
The rest of the day, off and on, we talked about "reacting", being proactive, doing something to make things better. We talked about soldiers (okay, "army men"). Moving. Doing. Changing one's position.
Don't know if it made an impression or not . . . but I heard a few good stories about Daddy and insects, anyway . . . and we didn't have any more tears over wasps.
Moral of the story, tho, if the little ones talk mean about Nanny once in awhile, I deserve it!
8 comments:
I'm sure that the fear of bees is heredity--Dad, me, Erica, Craig and Johanna--hopefully someone will inherit your courage mother!
Yep, blame this one on Craig, I too am not afraid of bees, you either leave them alone or be quick and step on them. However, the kids probably still remember the day their big, tough daddy was spinning in circles with a weed eater raised high in the air because a bee was near him (big pansy), by the way he is that way with spiders too. Now joey is just afraid of mosquitos- they will suck his blood don't ya know!
OK, this is Craig now, and since we are telling some fear stories.... My dear wife, at 4:30 in the morning wakes me up in a complete panic to the sounds of shoes being tossed and screams. She saying look, look over there, you see it (as another shoe gets thrown)? It isn't moving, get it Craig--get it. "OK, I will" I say "turn on the light" since I cannot see without my contacts anyway. As I approach the giant spider on the floor, I notice it doesn't move, and it never will because it was PLASTIC!
Now, about the bee's and wasps. I do not like them as I have had a few encounters with them. But to be affraid of a CRICKET? She cries..literally cries at the site of these little harmless insects that will not bite, sting or suck blood. Big, tough mom uh?
oh those are two good stories! A weed eater in one . . . and a plastic spider in the other! Funny! Thanks for sharing.
Oh, and PS, Traci. I'll teach you how to pick a cricket up in your hand and put him outdoors. It is UNlucky to kill one. Them crickets . . . they are gentle folk.
Okay Craig, get your own blog! For starters, I am polite and never turn on hardly any lights in the morning so not to wake my husband so it is almost dark in the room when i seen the spider, fake or not- it was huge and I did react instead of panic. And the crickets, they're out to get me that is all I have to say about that.
Traci, I have stomped plastic spiders in my time. Easy to do, especially in the half light of day!
And you were reacting -- you'd of got him with a shoe, eventually! Better than turning and running!
Craig's story reminds me of one of mine: When I was attending SWCC, I got into the LeBaron only to find a wasp! It got into my hair so I jumped out of the car in a panic. That bee would not leave me alone!! It chased me as I ran in circles, up and down rows & in front of people going to & from their classes. How embarrassing!
And then, there was that one time . . .
and who's going to tell about the time certain girls were driving the interstate only to have a bee get into the car?
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