One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
A bee buzzed right under my nose. “Hey!” I yelled, jumping back up. “How’d that bee get in here?”
Ms. Karmen glanced up from her equipment. “Your back door is open just a bit. Now please sit down and try to relax.[...]"
Another bee flew in front of me, and I wiggled around in my chair.
“Please sit still, Gary. Otherwise the equipment won’t work.”
“What’s up with these bees?” I was starting to panic.
“Don’t pay any attention to them,” Ms. Karmen said, “and they won’t bother you.”
First of all, in her introductory scene, Karmen explained that the equipment was super sensitive. Since it's sensitive, wouldn't you want to get rid of all the variables? Why not take Gary down to the Person-to-Person labs?
Secondubly, I don't think bees actually leave you alone. I remember, one September YEARS back, I was standing in my yard waiting for my mom to come out so we could go somewhere and I heard a buzzing go by me, then felt a small pressure around my collar. When we came home and I took off my sweater, I discovered a stinger in the collar, right where I'd felt the pressure.