Heal me Today

I consider laughter to be one of the most important parts of any healing journey.

Recently, something happened that made me laugh so much that I simply have to share it. But before I do, I need to add one important detail: I am absolutely terrified of stinging insects.

Yes, me.

And yes, I know… that’s a rather unfortunate trait for someone who willingly decided to get a garden. 😂

To be fair, part of the fear comes from the fact that I have allergies. A sting probably wouldn’t kill me, but my skin reactions are far from normal. Even a simple mosquito bite can turn into something that looks like a medical case study.

Anyway, back to the story.

My daughter and I had just arrived home. We parked in front of the house, the sun was slowly setting, and everything looked beautiful. The sky was full of warm evening colours and the whole atmosphere felt peaceful.

We walked up to the front door and there, right next to the handle, sat a large black insect unlike anything I had ever seen before.

Then I looked again.

On a wooden decoration hanging on our front door sat another one.

Neither seemed particularly interested in leaving.

My immediate concern was that the moment I opened the door, they would fly straight inside. And honestly, burning the house down still doesn’t seem like a reasonable solution.

So I did what any brave and responsible homeowner would do.

I called the neighbour.

I asked if they had some kind of spray that could persuade our unexpected guests to relocate.

The neighbour wasn’t home. 🙈

His boyfriend was, though, so my daughter and I started knocking. No answer.

Eventually we managed to call him, and he kindly came over with a spray.

The funniest part?

By the time he arrived, the insects had already disappeared.

To be safe, we sprayed around the door anyway, just in case they had plans to return.

I informed everyone present that if those insects intended to stay, that was perfectly fine—but only if they started paying rent. Supporting two additional household members is expensive these days.

And then came the best part.

My neighbour’s boyfriend laughed and said I had actually called exactly the right person because his partner is apparently even more terrified of insects than I am.

In fact, if he had been home, he would probably have called him too. 😂

You really can’t make these things up.

So it seems we’ve accidentally founded a new club:

The Brave Gardeners Association.

Membership requirements:

• Own a garden.
• Be terrified of insects.
• Pretend to be brave anyway.

What doesn’t sting us… apparently just drools on us. 🙈😂