Second big scream could have been avoided had I listened to Mae. As we left the parking garage she asked me to close the window so bugs won't fly in. "Honey, the window needs to be open so I can pay the parking garage attendant." On our way to her next appointment, I thought I felt something touch my neck. At the barn I felt something burn my thigh. It was definitely a sting but I didn't see a culprit. I went into the office to speak with Mae's therapist then felt a buzz and another sting on my right arm. "Ahhh! Bee, get away, get away!"
Mae riding Xena, armed with a loaded squirt gun. |
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