Our laundry room has broken floor boards so you have to be careful when you walk in, but this time I was not going back in there.

So about a month ago now I was having a good day and found my dirty clothes hanging over and falling out of my basket, I stuffed them further in the basket and pilled some more on the top. Well my sister in law came in while I was on my phone on the bed and said I need to wash my clothes because that looked “trashy”, I mean I guess it did but I was having a really good day and was going to do it the next day.

I stuffed and stuffed until my clothes stopped falling out, and I wanted to make it seem like it wasn’t that many clothes, thirty minutes later she walked in and said I though I told you to wash those clothes and scared me. I jumped and when I saw her I growled, I don’t even know why. She laughed and said go wash those clothes then walked back out.

I got up, grabbed my clothes and headed to the laundry room. I put my clothes into the washer, then put the washing powder in it. I was heading out of the laundry room, but before I made it to the door I heard a buzzing under the floor. I looked at it crazy and moved along.

A while later I heard the washer beep, so I went back to the laundry room and still heard the buzzing, I still didn’t think much about it so I went to the washer and opened it to switch the clothes. The buzzing got louder I got scared and yelled for my brother, I was thinking were about to blow up because that’s what a bomb sounds like, so I started freaking out and tried to run out but when I did I stepped on a board that was broken. I popped up and a swarm of bees flew out and I screamed and got started to run but one got in my hair so I started flipping out and all of the sudden it happened.

The floor was old and worn out, it broke. The floor! Broke while I was being attacked with bees, I guess this was what I got for ignoring to buzzing the first time. Well anyway, I fell through the floor and my brother ran to help me and I don’t know if it was the shock or the bee sting but I yell “Hurry up and help me, there’s a bomb down here!”

Believe me that was not the last time we spoke word of that, every time I see a bee my brother would say, ”Watch out that might be a bomb!” Oh, it makes me so mad, believe me lesson learned, I won’t make the same mistake.