I’m not writing a “real” entry today, but for those of you who anticipated a conclusion to the bee story, I’ll briefly tell you about my afternoon with the exterminator. Apparently he didn’t see fit to call the press about any major infestation, he actually decided there was no nest in the house. I still don’t believe him, but that’s not important at the moment. He refused to search the attic because there’s no floor, and he also said that the obvious bee hole in the front of the house was, “too big to be a bee hole.” Yeah, whatever guy. My favorite part was when he said there weren’t really any live bees in the house, at which point I noticed he was stepping on the head of a live yellowjacket. I alerted him to it with a terse, “What about the one under your foot?” To which he responded, “Oh… I see…” and then he changed the subject. The end.
Yes, the rumors are true. On this day, 24 years ago (at roughly 11:18pm), I burst forth from my mothers womb, firmly cementing my place in this weird, wild world of ours. Here were some of the highlights from the last two-and-a-half (minus one year) decades, in case you’re just tuning into my life.
Hey, check out the hipster in the red Cons!
This one is pretty inexplicable.
Childhood headshot.
1990 vs. 1998
