Buzz...Buzz...Buzz...

Today I chose to do #5 in Mama Kat’s Writer’s workshop 4/8/2010. If you don’t know who Mama Kat is click here to check her out and hello, what planet do you live on? She’s awesome and very creative so go check out her site and have fun. Okay here goes…



#5.) Where does that fear come from? Write about something that frightens you that other people might find ridiculous. Write about it in a poem, a story, or whatever


I am extremely afraid of bees, birds, and even moths. I always have been, and I think it stems from a very traumatic experience I had as a child. My family lived in a huge house in Medford Oregon when I was very young, and we had a shed out back that was for tools and such. My brother was about a year and a half older than I, and liked to play tricks on me. We never went in the tool shed because hornets liked to make nests in there. One day my brother told me that mom and dad had cleaned the shed out and asked me if I wanted to go check it out with him, so I did.


Big mistake.


We got in there and were just hanging out when all of the sudden we heard a loud humming/buzzing noise, the next thing I know there is a huge cloud of black angry hornets coming after me. I screamed bloody murder and my brother wouldn't let me out of the shed.  I was screaming, he took off, we finally did get away but the damage was already done. I got into trouble for screaming but my brother did not get into trouble for tricking me. That memory has stayed with me my entire life and I have always been unreasonably terrified of flying insects and even birds.