Bee-bee dance

Didge and I took Totsi the Dog to Lake Strom Thurmond for a lovely cookout lunch today. We had a blast - went exploring, threw rocks in the water, and came home tired, a little sunburned, and happy. Totsi the Dog is curled up in the papasan chair asleep, Didge is crashed on the couch, and I'm on a lounge chair - preparing to do it all over again tomorrow, we enjoyed it so much.

The day wasn't without a bit of drama. Didge is doing the SunIn thing to his hair, and evidently bees like that stuff. We'd just settled down to eat when a bee got all up in Didge's business - around his head, in his face, buzzing his hand. He sprayed the bee with the SunIn in a fit of desperation (don't know that he hit it - it was a general direction kind of thing), and it flew away from our table for a minute. It came back, and went for Didge's head again. Finally, it gave up and moved on.

But then, someone at a table down from ours started screaming, running around, and doing what I've come to call the "bee-bee dance". It's what one does when attacked by a bee - run about, arms flailing, shouting, "BEE! BEEEEEE!" His performance was far more dramatic than Didge's - and the more he hopped around, the more interested the bee became in his condition. Eventually, he had to have assistance in chasing the bee away.

Tomorrow, we're remembering to take our insect repellent!