Affected...
Mood:  caffeinated
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My dad took my son outside this morning, as he does almost every morning. Taking a break from my studies, I let my curiousity get the better of me, and went to the back door to see what they were up to.

Both were sitting on the back porch, my father had a paint stick in his hand and was showing my son a dead hornet that lay on the ground. I just stood there, watching them--it was almost a Kodak moment...

That is, until my father decided to track another hornet around, when it landed, he beat it ferociously with the paint stick. Then another. He simply waited for the hornets come, when they did, he whack them with the broad side of the paint stick. The last one fell into the grass and my dad said, "Oooh, that one's not dead, but I can't see it..."

"Honey," I said to my son, "Come in here for a minute, Mommy wants to show you something." My son came to the door, and I let him in.

"Yeah, the inside of the door," retorted my father, beating senseless yet another hornet.

"Damn straight!" I exclaimed, closing the door. I then proceeded to make my son some lunch--almost an hour early, but that's not point I'm trying to make here.
My dad walked in a few minutes later to get some water and a cigarette...at which point I decided to calmly explain my position on his earlier actions:

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You are so damned affected! I mean, really! You live with 3 people that are allegic to those things and you think it's a good idea to make them angry?!" I had lost the composure I going for at some point during the rant. My dad laughed at me...apparently the situation was highly amusing to him.

"Hornet don't get angry," he replied, going back outside, paint stick in hand.

"No, they get even!" I called back.

So, what was the point of this story you ask? I will answer you truthfully, it didn't have a point, I just haven't posted anything in a while and that is the most interesting thing that's happened since my last post...

Oh yeah, and I think I have a crush on one of my instructors...just a little one...