“There is a bee in my pillow.” My friend yelped as he leaped from his bed.
“Where? Where? I can’t see it!”
My friend rotated the pillow to my line of sight. To my horror, a hairy bee was crawling under the cover. I, too, in a similar fashion, jumped right out of my bed.
“ok, we need to get rid of it”
My friend switched on the bunk lights, rousing everyone else around us. While I got the pillow by the other end and went straight for the window sil. I started violently wacking the pillow until it dropped off. But, it was hanging on to the clothes line, stubbornly trying to make its way back into the bunk. I was not going to let that happen. So, I swiftly shut the windows tight.
After all these successive actions, albeit a little panicky, we managed to remove it.
But, in our frantic to get rid of it, we woke our bunk mates. It was 1am in the night!
All for 1 bee!
And we call ourselves a Medical Response Force trooper! A soldier!
I guess everyone has their own fears. But, one reason contributing to this fear we have of insects, is living in a highly urbanized country. All insects are seen as devilish intruders to the house, causing anarchy and chaos with their unpredictable flying movements.
Our parents on the other hand, who for a period of their life, grew up in a kampong, has little fear of these creepy crawlies.
But, I guess thats how disconnected we are with nature. We sometimes, even fear it.