I was scraping off a wall of an outhouse today in preparation for it being painted, when I spotted a bumblebee.
Bumblebees are friendly, aren't they.
But this came a bit too close for comfort. It started buzzing around me like crazy, and when I moved position it came after me.
"Gah, what are you doing! Get away from me!"
So I started swatting after it with the scraper, eventually fending him off. Turns out they had some sort of bumblebee-nest there in the wall, and apparently they didn't like me banging on the wall.
But not long after that incident I was struck again. I had continued my scraping, though a bit more carefully now so as to not anger the flying bulls. Suddenly, I felt something drop onto my head. Felt like rain, but the sky was clear. Oh crap.
"Dad, is it..?"
I took that as a sign that mother nature didn't want me to do anything else for today.