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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.
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.
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