It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra. A buzzing in her ear.

This happened back in grade school long, long time ago.

I'm not sure I remember this story so much as I remember remembering it,

if you know what I mean.

It happened a long, long time ago.

As I recall, it was a warm summer day. The sun was shining brightly outside. We got to go outside twice for recess. It was an ice school of about 300 kids from kindergarten and fifth grade. I was in third or fourth grade at the time. I don't remember which.

What I do remember is that my teacher was a very large woman. She handed out timeouts very liberally.

If you got caught making paper airplanes or playing with

Pogs, Pogs were banned at my school. You got put in time out. I guess it was just a

primer to get kids ready for loads of actual detention in middle school.

We had just come back inside from recess.

The desks were lined up in a five by five sort of square pattern.

I was all the way in the back left corner of the room near the windows

it tilted open towards the inside. One thing I absolutely hated about my skull was the bees.

We called them bees, but there were actually two kinds. There were the big fat

bumblebees that were slow and pretty benign. They didn't sting people very often. They were easy to knock out of the air and

stomp on. The second type of B was actually some sort of hornet or wasp. It looked like a yellow jacket, but the coloring was a little different. When you saw one of those flying around you either screamed or screamed while flailing your arms at it.

Of course, even horse flies look like bees to little kids, so it was a safe bet to just try and kill anything flying in the air.

So I'm sitting next to those windows and a big bug flies in.

I didn't see what it was.

It was hovering left and right really fast.

Being the proactive little kid I was, I interrupted the teacher and started screaming,

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