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King Of Beasts |
Aug 31 2013, 08:53 PM
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Ancient
Joined: 15-November 12
From: Imperial City,Cyrodiil
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QUOTE(Rohirrim @ Aug 31 2013, 03:52 PM) QUOTE(King Of Beasts @ Aug 31 2013, 03:51 PM) Bees are pretty easy to piss off. All you've gotta do is walk by them, and they'll chase you.
Is this real life or Animal Crossing? Real life. Bees and I don't get along.
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King Of Beasts |
Aug 31 2013, 09:09 PM
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Ancient
Joined: 15-November 12
From: Imperial City,Cyrodiil
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QUOTE(Elisabeth Hollow @ Aug 31 2013, 04:04 PM) My cousin's two year old is such a rambunctious little poot XD
D'AWWWWW. He/she excited to see you? Lol
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King Of Beasts |
Aug 31 2013, 09:23 PM
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Ancient
Joined: 15-November 12
From: Imperial City,Cyrodiil
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QUOTE(Elisabeth Hollow @ Aug 31 2013, 04:21 PM) This is the third time I've ever seen him. So no, not really, lol. I'm giving my stepmom a break so she can sleep.
Oh. How's your cousin? You see her yet?
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King Of Beasts |
Aug 31 2013, 09:29 PM
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Ancient
Joined: 15-November 12
From: Imperial City,Cyrodiil
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QUOTE(Elisabeth Hollow @ Aug 31 2013, 04:27 PM) Her heart rate was too high, so they said no visitors today. We're gonna try tomorrow.
Oh.
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mALX |
Aug 31 2013, 09:36 PM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(Grits @ Aug 31 2013, 12:11 PM) OUCH on the yellow jackets. Yuck! We were running late for the movie last night, so I got pushed out of the vehicle to go buy tickets while parking and refreshments were arranged. There was no one but me at the outdoor counter. Me and a very curious bee. I rushed up with cash in hand only to immediately perform a strange and urgent dance in front of about seven bored teenagers behind the glass. Eventually one of them opened their little slot long enough for me to run past and make the money/ticket exchange without getting stung. Saying There was a bee after such a spectacle does exactly nothing to restore ones personal dignity. At least they didnt laugh until I went inside. Or maybe they just felt sorry for me. Er...I mean, , you poor thing! This post has been edited by mALX: Aug 31 2013, 09:37 PM
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treydog |
Aug 31 2013, 10:14 PM
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Master
Joined: 13-February 05
From: The Smoky Mountains
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QUOTE(Rohirrim @ Aug 31 2013, 03:52 PM) QUOTE(King Of Beasts @ Aug 31 2013, 03:51 PM) Bees are pretty easy to piss off. All you've gotta do is walk by them, and they'll chase you.
Is this real life or Animal Crossing? Or in my case- run a lawn mower over the nest.... So- I don't blame them- not completely. However, these are yellowjackets and therefore- evil. The honeybees nesting in the woodpile I have no issue with- they let me park right next to them. What really annoyed me about the whole thing was WHERE they stung me. Left thumb and side of the nose where the nose-piece on my glasses rests. So I could not play Skyrim... * * * * * * Liz- I am continuing to think good thoughts toward you and your family... She is getting stronger each day and will come out of this wonderfully- I have confidence. Grits- I decided long ago that the ridiculousness of whatever I am doing is exponentially proportional to the chance of someone SEEING me do it. And- when I was in high school (and college)- the chance it was a young lady I hoped to impress was an order of magnitude more likely... This post has been edited by treydog: Aug 31 2013, 10:14 PM
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The dreams down here aren't broken, nah, they're walkin' with a limp...
The best-dressed newt in Mournhold.
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mALX |
Aug 31 2013, 10:21 PM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(Elisabeth Hollow @ Aug 31 2013, 04:47 PM) When she woke up, she started panicking and they had to sedate her. When they brought her out of it and she saw her mom, she started panicking again.
Aw, bless her heart! They may need to keep her sedated till she is healed up a bit more and physically able to handle the stress of her panics. She might be remembering the terror of the accident or something. My thoughts and prayers are still with you and yours, will remain there. <3
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Kiln |
Aug 31 2013, 11:29 PM
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Forum Bard
Joined: 22-June 05
From: Balmora, Eight Plates
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QUOTE(mALX @ Aug 31 2013, 09:21 PM) QUOTE(Elisabeth Hollow @ Aug 31 2013, 04:47 PM) When she woke up, she started panicking and they had to sedate her. When they brought her out of it and she saw her mom, she started panicking again.
Aw, bless her heart! They may need to keep her sedated till she is healed up a bit more and physically able to handle the stress of her panics. She might be remembering the terror of the accident or something. Possible but probably unlikely given the severity of the event. Lots of people have no memory of very traumatic events like car accidents if they were even conscious during it. The brain works in strange ways and I've met my share of people who were involved in bad accidents and the vast majority of them remember very little about what happened, sometimes nothing. Two things in my non professional opinion are probably responsible for this: 1. Concussions. When your head takes a hard hit from something this can cause the brain to swell which causes you to fade in and out of consciousness, which can cause gaps in memory around the tome of the accident. 2. Human psychology. The brain sometimes for reasons not completely understood, simply chooses not to remember some situations where there has been severe physical or emotional trauma. This is probably why her heartrate spiked after regaining consciousness. She probably has no idea what really happened in the period leading up to and directly after the crash.
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He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. - Friedrich Nietzsche
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Black Hand |
Aug 31 2013, 11:31 PM
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Master
Joined: 26-December 05
From: Where the sun shines everyday in hell.
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Didn't get stung for the first time by any form of flying insect until I was twenty-six. Started swatting at this Yellow Jacket that flew inside Subway. It fell to me, and me alone to eliminate this tiny terror, as the two girls I was working with ran into the corner screaming that there was a Yellow Jacket inside Subway, and the customers heard this...
....who were also High School girls and screamed for me to kill the fell beast.
I hung my head with weight of the responsibility that had been placed upon me.
I grabbed the wet towel soaked in sanitizer that we used to prepare the surfaces for sanitary consumption. Twisted into a rattail, and years of flicking the derrieres of unfortunate coworkers had sharpened my skills to a razor-sharp accuracy and I had my weapon.
The buzzing of the insipid insect came close, as though the diminutive dragon knew that the knight-errant was assigned it's elimination and was intent to devour me.
I relied not on sight, but on sound. My head was bowed to the floor as the insect approached mid-air. Until I knew it was in my lethal range...
...like an explosion my deadly gaze raised; like a samurai of old, my towel unsheathed into a deadly arc of linen and water. The force met dead-on with the Yellow Jacket in a motion reminiscent of the 'Slash and Draw' unique to Katanas.
But that same force would be my undoing. For every action, there is an immediate and equal reaction. The Yellow Jacket flew forward into the ceiling alongside the spatter of water, and unlike the liquid did not stick; but rather bounced back.
I assumed the force of my contact would be enough to kill it, but these creatures are as hardy as they are annoying, and fate delivered it to my left forearm,..which of all things it decided to sting. The pain was immediate as well as my fury...
...the creature landed on the tan tilework of our store, wriggling in life and shock. My Converse non-slid sole fell upon it with a thunderous crack, and a twist that I used to put out my cigarette butts.
I gazed in shock and awe at the mark upon my arm. I had no idea if I were allergic or not. As the hours and days passed, it was clear that I was not.
That mark also doomed any future of its ilk and brood that I would meet from then on, for without the fear of death, I bring it swiftly to these abominations of nature.
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