Roenne and I had a good time of just hanging out eating some “icey-treats” the other day (Ritas) and she managed to squash a bee (or is that a wasp…?).
Half of me wanted to scream:
Stay away from those things! Bees are owwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!
And the other half wanted to say:
Good job! Show them who’s boss!
What do you think I ultimately said to her?