My husband came in from fishing a little bit ago, and told me that he had heard what sounded like a tornado coming. It's a clear day, so he was looking around to see what could be making the sound, and he finally thought to look up. At about treetop height, he saw a huge black swarm of bees.
So there he was, with all of his fishing gear and a nice cold beer...and suddenly menaced by possible killer bees. Prudently, he decided to flee the area. I would have shrieked and run off immediately, leaving all my things, but not my clear-headed husband. He looks up, sees the bees, looks down, grabs his beer, and then runs.
Gotta love a man with priorities...
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