The "Sadie" Saga Continues...

This past Tuesday while working with my client "Sadie" bringing groceries into her apartment, we happened upon a bee... Now, not just any bee, it was actually a hornet, but that's beside the point! Sadie and I were unpacking groceries in her kitchen and standing close together when we both looked down at the same time and jumped backwards. Our friendly 'bee' had perched itself precariously on the edge of my shoulder. Sadie ran screaming out of the room and flapping her arms. A sight to see for this rather robust lady of 4'9! I told her to quickly grab a fly swatter so I could put our friend down, and Sadie out of her misery. Sadie returned after I'd murdered the 'bee' with a giant size fly swatter that she'd bought at the dollar store. The thing was the size of a paddle! She came into the kitchen swinging it like a pro-golfer with alot of rage!
By this time the 'bee' was successful terminated and as I calmly scooped it up in a dustpan, "Sadie" began backing away, a look of raw terror on her face. "Don't show me that thing! Don't come closer! Cyndi, I'm very afraid of bees!" It didn't seem to make a difference to her that it was a hornet! She became hysterical as I approached her, dustpan in hand to dispose of the 'bee' in the garbage can. At this point Sadie was jumping up in down, frantically waving her arms, tears streaming down her face, she yelled, "CYNDI, NO! I'M A BEE-A-PHOBE, I'M A BEE-A-PHOBE!!!

A new term that I wasn't aware of! Note to self: watch out for Sadie's bee phobia...