Remember Phillis Diller saying she wore flea collars around her ankles when she was home? I had never had my home infested with fleas, but my friend, who let her dog play in my yard while we visited, said her dog was covered in fleas when she got home and looked him over. She said I should have my carpets treated for fleas, but I thought, since I lived there, I should know if I had fleas or not. I did check my legs for little red spots, which I have seen before, but not on myself, and found none and so I decided not to worry about it. I never did get flea bit, but Mary left her dog in the car when she would come to visit after that.
One time when Junior was in the hospital I went to his house to see if everything was O.K. It was, all except in one corner up by the ceiling, there was a fat, tight cluster, about the size of a "rounded" shoe box, of those bugs that look like lady bugs, but aren't. That was scary. I found a can of bug spray under the sink and then it occurred to me that if I disturbed the bugs and they swarmed out in the room, I might not be able to breathe. Finally I made a plan. I hung a towel over my shoulder, got the can, hit the button and I didn't let up till the can was empty. Bugs were dropping like rain and many were flying. I held the towel over my nose and mouth and ran for the door. I never went back until I needed to check the house again, and then I opened that door with great trepidation. The floor of the living room was covered with bugs, all dead, and there were no live ones to be seen. I, Jennie, had conquered 10,000 bugs (or maybe a little less).
I just recently found a few dead pseudo-lady bugs in one of my bedroom window sills and wondered if they had come for revenge, but died after their long journey. You never know, do you? Gives me something to think about while I'm trying to go to sleep.
Another time Freddy (he was about eight) and I were in a shed. I went to the back of the shed and Freddy was standing by the entrance, where he kicked a feed sack that was partly filled with something. Out boiled a large number of angry bumble bees.
"Run" I screamed to Freddy. I ran too but the bees attacked me. Freddy got in the house without being stung. I ripped off my blouse at the door and had eight stings on my back. I was really scared because we were far out in the country and I knew from childhood experiences that I was very allergic to honey bee stings (always before on my bare feet). Just one sting would make me very sick and swollen.
I thought my time might have come, but we did jump in the car and headed back to town, and do you know, I didn't have any reaction at all to those stings. I don't know if their "venom" was different than that of honey bees, or if the Good Lord had mercy on me, as he has done many times in my life. Either way, I give Him the credit and the glory for saving my life that day. Thank you Father for your blessings on me, and on Freddy.