1 comments Monday, September 17, 2007

Today was a beautiful Monday afternoon, which is perfect weather for bee hunting.

As Tyson, Abby, and I were outside enjoying the sun rays, I noticed a bee buzzing from grass blade to grass blade, obviously trying to find some nectar for the queen. I then came to the brilliant suggestion that we should catch it, freeze it, and tie dental floss around it and keep it as a pet!

The only problem was, we didn't have anything to catch it with. Luckily, Abby came to the rescue with a cup and lid in hand. As the final moments of the bee's free life came to an end, we found a hole atop the lid!

Oh no, tragedy strikes!

We managed to get some tape and tape it shut.

I put Sam into the freezer and said my goodbye's. If only I had known these were going to be the last goodbye's I ever spoke to him, I would have made them more precious. Oh well.

Evidently, in order to perform this feat, you have to just make the bee cold enough so that the body slows down, not completely freezes.

I'm sorry, Sam.


0 comments Tuesday, September 11, 2007

It's sometimes hard to hold a conversation when someone or something is distracting you. It's even more difficult when you're on the phone and you have tootsie pops being rocketed at your head. The following story contains graphic, candy violence and should not be viewed if under the age of 5. Reader discretion is advised.

It was a sunny afternoon in Chattanooga, TN when Tyson received a phone call from a friend. Little did Tyson know, this would not be any ordinary afternoon phone call.

When I realized who the caller was, and that the phone conversation had minimal importance, thoughts of mischief entered my mind. I then began looking for something that could possibly distract Tyson or make him lose his train of thought. That's when I spotted the five or six tootsie pops on our kitchen table.

I had to make a decision. I could either be nice, and let him continue his conversation, or I could spice things up a little bit, or rather sweeten them. I chose the latter. I picked up the tootsie pops without making it obvious as to the situation that was about to unfold. With tootsie pops in hand, I began launching them at him with full intent of hitting him with them. His reaction was similar to a Mexican jumping bean. Now, normally this would have been an easy situation to dodge himself out of, but he's on the phone and must hold a conversation.

As I came to the final tootsie pop in my hand I needed to make sure it was a direct hit. (the following part of this story can best be described as one fluid motion that happened within about half a second) I took my aim and threw the pop. It was thrown with such force and accuracy that it hit his phone and knocked it out of his hand onto our coffee table. His cell phone hit at such an angle causing it to close and end the phone call. After a quick laugh, Tyson had to compose himself in order to re-dial the number and explain what had just happened.

Needless to say, I was practically on the floor crying because I was laughing so hard. The look on his face when it happened was priceless and I still get a little chuckle out of it now when I think about it.

Ah, the joys of college :)

-Bobby