Last night, darling son called urgently for some alcohol. He was in the bathroom, so I assumed this was a private matter, but, of course, as a mom, I needed to know the ailment. There was an extreme burning sensation, he said. I wondered if alcohol would be the remedy. I was trying to figure out what kind of skin irritation we were dealing with. Then he had touched the area with his hand and had a burning "in a very specific spot" on his finger. Hmmmm. That ruled out some things. Not everything will transfer just like that. Could it be an insect? I fetched some baking soda. Then there were some "aaarggghhs!!" and "ooohhhs!" and an urgent call for the fly swatter. Smack, smack, whack, whack. "What kind of insect was it?"
"It was a bumblebee. It was in my underwear!"
"Was it a fresh pair?" I had just put away some dark shirts, underwear, and socks that I had laundered that day.
"Yes, so it's all your fault."
It might not have been the kindest thing, but I had to laugh. I think we both did.
Well, I have, on more than one occasion, brought in a pair of pants or a sock that had a "hum" in it, but I think this was the first time a bumblebee was actually worn.
If you dry your clothes on the line, make sure you talk to your kids about the birds and the bees. ;-)