I don’t think the term buzz kill ever had such a clear and real impact on me until today.
No, I’m not talking about killing a buzz, or a goodie two shoes calling their parents to end a good time…one that was all innocent, clean fun.
I’m talking about a carpenter bee, drilling into our 130+ year old solid wood door. The pile of wood shavings enough for a Boy Scout to light a fire with a flint and steel.
Why now? Why not 100 years ago when carpenters, the good kind – you know, the kind who can build a new door – were in great supply.
Is it in such good taste that the bee just couldn’t resist? Opening the door and finding this was a sure fire buzz kill…but that bee, may it rest in peace.
~ Dawn aka Hat Girl