As many of you know, I’m pretty fearless. Unless it’s a spider or a wasp. I have no explanation for the fear of spiders, other than having been chased by psychotic black widow after Katrina. Wasps, bees, any flying thing with stingers, I’m allergic to. I tend to avoid them. Usually, a “leave me along” suffices for them to fly away.
Today, while out taking my daily walk to the road and back–don’t laugh, I live in the country and it’s a decent walk–I heard the proverbial buzz of a flying creature. I told it to leave. Several times. Then, suddenly, something hit my head. It was at that moment that I became quite adept at walking on air. More like bucking and twisting like a bronco while yelling, “Get out, get out!” Somehow, I managed to do a record breaking dash back toward the house, when, at the door’s window, I noticed the overly large offender sticking out of my hair. Turned out, all that exercise and martial arts was brought on by a colorful Fall leaf.