Personal Narrative-The Bee Catastrophe

The Bee Catastrophe
One sunny day at my house in the Garden State, my dad said to me,¨Can you get the rake out of the shed?¨ This comment changed my life and my point-of-view on bees forever.

“Sure,” I said. As I walked outside, I couldn’t help but feel like something terrible was coming my way. I slowly walked down the mild hill in my backyard.As I was getting closer and closer, my fears continued to grow. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally reached the blue, wooden shed. My seven year old hands shook as they reached for the shed door. As I opened the door, I began to realize that I was walking into a nightmare. I shouted louder than anyone has ever shouted before.

Before I knew it, I was standing in my yard, fear

¨I can get that rake, I can do it in a stealthy,intact way,¨I thought to myself.
I convinced myself to be a man. 3..2..1.. Goooo! ¨Click¨, the door opened,and I went in slow and steady. Mission: Get the rake, and don't get stung! I wanted to trash talk the bees, like ¨You're no match for me!!¨ but then I could either get attacked or blow my cover.This was war!

I steadily grabbed the rake, threw it out of the shed, and made sure I got out. Phew…. I was out without harm. But one thing I didn't even give a thought until I saw them…. were the bees. Opening the shed let bees get out!!They stalked me, waiting for me to move.I scooped up the rake like a kid scooping gummy worms out of a bowl, ready to grab-and-go; just like I wanted to do so I wouldn't get stung by one of those harmful, winged freaks of nature.Then , I took a minute to think back.When I was by my pool years ago, I had this same conflict; I was trying to get away from a hoard of bees. I then remembered a little part of my plan that I used back then:Take slow steps, and then run!In the meantime, a couple of the bees went away, so I followed my original tactic. I first went slowly, step by step, trying to make the bees get bored and distracted.I then made a run for it! But as I was running, I heard buzzing….. they didn't get distracted or bored, they faked me out! The bees went behind me! They outsmarted my 7 year-old

¨, I shouted at the bees.

I was finally back near my backdoor. I winged the door open, and ran inside like the police were chasing me, taking me dead or alive.¨I'm safe.., with the rake, safe¨, I spoke to myself. I opened the garage door and spotted my dad.
¨Thanks Nicholas, but what took so long, could you find it ok?¨, my dad asked me, in a mildly trembling