Childhood Story - My "Fuzzy" Friend

Hey guys!

I meant to publish a post sooner...better late than never, aye?

Here's a memory of when I was a tot.

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    I remember sitting on our patio next to my brothers. Just sitting and listening to them chatter. I saw a small, fuzzy-looking flying bug land near me. Picking it up with a cupped hand, I petted it with my finger. It was fuzzy and so cute! The fuzz was black and yellow and the wings were so small! I giggled as it walked around my hand.

    I showed the little guy to my brothers and they gasped. "That's a bee, Joy!" I shook my hand and started crying. I had heard what a bee was, but didn't know this was one. My brothers rushed inside, I followed, pushing against them, trying to get in before getting stung.

    My mom was there and she asked what was wrong. I was still crying and tried to talk through my tears. "I had a bee in my hand!"

    "Did it sting you?"

    "No, but it almost did!" 

The bee looked similar to this. Pic via

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That is all I could remember, but yes, I usually wasn't afraid of bugs that young. I would (and still do) pick up frogs and lizards, caterpillars and roly polies, butterflies- oh talking about butterflies and bees...

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    One day, when I was young, my brothers and I were at a friend's pool. I was out of the pool because there butterflies flying around. One landed on the edge of a doggy pool and I was quick enough to catch it. The yellow and black butterfly walked on my fingers, it's little curly-tongue-thing licking me. 

   Fear washed over me and I shook my hand to get it off. The body looked too similar to a bee and it's tongue...was it gonna hurt me? 

    The butterfly had landed in the doggy pool. I was scared for the poor butterflies life, but I was also scared for my life...I didn't exactly want to pick it out. Thankfully, our friend was there and she saved it's life.

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Haha, ah, the weird fears of me as a young child...No I'm not scared of yellow and black butterflies anymore. Actually I keep trying to catch them, but unfortunately, since I can't just grab them, they are too fast.

I hope you enjoyed these two stories! Do you have any similar bug stories?

Childhood Memory - Tick Or Spider?

When I was young, maybe 6 or 7, I was sleeping in my brother's room on the floor (I think it was thunderstorming and I was scared). I snuggled into my sleeping bag, my hands resting on top. Right before I drifted off, my fingers brushed over something. I touched the thing and it felt small and circular. 

I darted upright, no longer tired. I've heard stories of ticks and how nasty they were. I went out of the room and called Dad. He walked me back and checked my sleeping back. Guess what he found curled up? A spider. I had killed it when I touched it. Ew. I was afraid to sleep on the floor for several months, thinking a spider would come. (I did have to sleep there other times, even though I protested.)

Well, there's a childhood story for you. Haha! I actually did have several ticks on me, the worst time being two on my head, but that's a different story. 

Bleh.

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