BEES?!
Yes, you read correctly. No, Paw Aw, they were not flies. No, host mother, they were not oversized moths will a strangely organized system of government. I was swiftly jogging back to my house, running late for dinner with my host family. Change out of your uniform, go pee, grab the bike, and go. I pull open my heavy rusted garage door and run inside, only to be greeted by a noise. A low whirring noise. I walk to the bathroom, open the door, and see the wall completely covered black. By bees?! Yes, world. By bees. In the six hours I had been away from home, bees flew in through the air slats in my bathroom and created a nest that attracted at least 500 bees. Now my response to this horrific scene is proof that I have been a PCV for 13 months. Old Emily would have screamed or fainted or called her mother to fix it. This Emily said-in fact I think her exact words were- "OOF!" I called my landlord, and together (or sort of together, I mainly just watched in ama