Spring weather here in Southern California is like no other. The first thing I do when I get up in the morning is open all the windows and doors and let the fresh air in.
This is how the trouble started...
I left the slider in our bedroom open the other morning, and a bee got in the house.
I didn't know that that's what had happened. I just heard Lucy's screams coming from the upstairs bathroom. Jonathan quickly reacted by bolting up there to defend her from whatever impending doom was about to befall her. I lazily called up the stairs, "Are you okay?" (That was so lame. I know. Shut up. If it had been a serious emergency I would have moved much more quickly, but that's not important right now.)
Jonathan came back down in a few minutes with a smug look on his face. "Catastrophe averted," he declared.
And then I forgot about the yelling and the averted catastrophe and I got distracted by whatever it was that I was doing and just got on with my day.
It was much later when I went upstairs to take a shower that I came across this:
Apparently, he had just trapped the Bee Invader between the screen and the bathroom window. He left this post-it up there to let us know not to open the bathroom window until the Flying Trespasser had given up the ghost.
We didn't move the post-it or open the window for a couple of days. Look how obeedient we were!
We just waited until it became a zombee.
(I guess you had to be there.)