Kidisms / Power of Prayer

"Mom, there's a wasp in the living room."

I pause and look at little man, wondering if he will ever realize the look is of shock value.

"You have to kill it." He tells me.

Sigh. "Okay." Off to my chemical closet to find the most potent form of household cleaner, i.e. bug killer. Yes, I squirt them to death.

Upon showing up at the battlefield with my weapon of choice, bleach, I notice that it's not a wasp. It's one of them there queen bees. A really big queen bee.

"We can't kill it." I explain to little man. "We have to get her outside. She's important to nature. She's the one that pollinates the flowers. I think."

"So what are you going to do?" Little man inquires.

"I'm going to have to catch her and put her outside." I explain as I dig through the cabinets for some sort of apparatuses to catch our house guest, a queen bee. I miraculously find two small bowls and explain how I plan on getting the queen bee in one of the bowls and covering it with the other one for her transport to nature, where she belongs.

Plan B is underway. I tell little man to open the front door, so when I capture her, I can get outside quickly.

As I gently and quietly approach our guest with a small bowl in each hand, I say a prayer.

Little man flees the scene.

I tapped the queen bee who was sitting comfortably on our window sill ever so lightly with one of my bowls and she buzzed off the window sill and flew right out the front door.

Amen.