Sunday, August 12, 2018

Revenge of the Halictidae

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Any person who rhapsodizes about hanging laundry in fresh air to dry has never done so in the Midwest, and for seven people in the family.  I would have gladly invited them to spend a week with me on our farm. Also, they have never had to iron that laundry, a sizable chore for many afternoons. 


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Given that thought, it is important to confirm a few things that are probably a plus.  Hanging and un-hanging was a peaceful time, for no one bothered me.  If they had, they were pressed into service.  Even though it was stinking hot, being alone for awhile was a pleasant change.

One Wednesday as we prepared to attend Wednesday prayer meeting, I was rushing to take down laundry. It was early dusk and was a rush job: remove clothespin, fold item, place in the bushel basket, and move on very quickly.  Once the folded underwear was distributed, my teenage self had to hurry to get ready.

Some time into the service, my teenage brothers began to squirm and cry out.  Then one by one, each leaped to their feet and ran out the church, screaming.

While this pleased me to no end, this event confused me mightily. Whatever their pain was, it was their due since they were each evil masochistic sub-humans. 
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Later, it was discovered that there were sweat bees in their underpants. Yes, those bees with a short-term sting that hurt like the dickens. They are unusual in that they fly around in early dusk and evening. God bless them.  

I was certainly innocent in this, totally innocent. For some reason, the bees had selected their underpants. Why, I don't know. But, my joy knew no bounds.

I fell asleep with a giggle and a smile. Revenge happens when it is least expected.

These sites are blog posts where the evil masochistic brothers made my life a living hell throughout many years.

God bless you, Marvel Comics


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33 comments:

  1. Need to be careful before wearing any clothes. I used to shake the clothes many times and take which are put to dry in order to get rid of any insects. Poor fellows who got hurt:)

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    1. That was the first time that had happened.

      They deserved it.

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  2. Now that's a funny story. They probably had those stings coming.

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  3. My Ohio summers qualify for hot and humid. I hung for six. I like that:I hung. Hanging wasn't so bad, e ven when I was twelvr, and we added a new baby. My revenge came when my mom led my brothers to the ironing board and taught them the art, as they did not appreciate my skills.

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  4. hahaha the best revenge is when you don't even mean to. More funny that way. Ouch to getting stung down there though.

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    1. Stings were not on important parts, but close enough.

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  5. How nice it is when karma finally gets round to kicking some butts. I often wish she was a little quicker though.

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    1. As long as it is meaningful, Karma is sweet.

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  6. Hi Susan - how funny (now!) ... and well perhaps they got their just desserts ... but bet they didn't think that would be the way their sister obtain her laughs - however innocently it happened! Also the fact they selected clean underwear ... funny - love the tale - cheers Hilary

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    1. Wearing clean underwear to church was a mandate. The fact that they grabbed these pairs is precious.

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  7. Underwear is quite can be a sensitive issue sometimes like in your story lol

    I loved the way you described it ,quite poetically I must say!

    Wars of siblings can be reduced by the time but never end as such fightings are form of love in family

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    1. As we grew to adulthood, our love for each other replaced the child.

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    2. I bet there are plenty of funny stories like this one though, to tell!! :)

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  8. I hung laundry for six, but never had to hurry when taking things in so always gave everything a good shake before folding into the basket. We never had bees, but on summer afternoons tiny black bugs liked to land on anything white. Hence the good shaking.

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    1. I confess there was no shaking that evening.

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  9. I never enjoyed helping my mom hang up the wash outside. I was joyful that when I got married and a dryer was part of my household. I also had (have) a brother who teased. I can understand your joy of getting back at them.

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  10. Were they more considerate of the laundry after? Probably not.

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  11. How funny, as I hung my white and crispy sheets from The Vermont Country Store, I thought I should take some pictures and post to my blog. But it was hot and also difficult to hang the large sheets, so I thought next time, perhaps. I love hanging my laundry on the line, ironing -- not so much.

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    1. Once a family emergency required us to take clothes to laundromat. I had never known that towels could be soft and fluffy.

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  12. P.S. Like your new picture. I should do that too, since I am five years older now and it's amazing how at my age -- the difference.....

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    1. Figured it was time to put on a new face!

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  13. Yup, brothers are the worst. Glad they got what they deserved!

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    1. It is amazing that they grew up to be fine husbands and fathers. And we had a armistice by then.

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  14. I was kind of a mean brother though I'm not going to say I was evil or masochistic--a little maybe.

    When I was very small I can remember my mother hanging clothes to dry after having put them through the wringer washer. Now if I were to hang my clothes to dry here in Los Angeles, I'd have to take them back down and wash them again.

    Arlee Bird
    Tossing It Out

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    1. Yes, I can see you as the evil brother.

      Wringer washer, thy name is curs-ed.

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  15. Brothers and underwear nah never, never! Put those boxers in the trash and set the garbage bin on fire, lol.

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    1. That could have been a solution, but I prefer the pain part.

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  16. I remember hanging clothes! I liked the whole ordeal of moving the stick up and down to lower and raise the line, and remember getting clean clothes dirty more than once doing so. My grandma had a wringer washer, so re-washing was no easy chore! Oh and the Pepsi Bottle with a cap that had holes in it (I wonder if it was pre-made or homemade), to get the clothes slightly damp for ironing. ;) I didn't live with my grandma, but I was there all of the time. Most of my childhood memories are from her home. :)

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    1. Your grandma must have lived down the road from our house! We had the Pepsi bottle fitted with a pre-made sprinkler head. When we got a steam iron, I rejoiced.

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