Our AFV moment

Too bad Brad didn't have a video camera running this afternoon, he's certain we could have won the $10,000 prize if he did.

Here's what happened:

One of his hives died, so he got more bees this afternoon. If you've never seen a box of new bees, this is what it looks like (these pictures are from 2005):

It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon, so I decided to go outside and watch him put the new bees into the hive. We have a chair out close to the hives where Brad likes to sit to watch his ladies, so I thought it would be a good place to sit. He asked if I was sure I should be so close, and I said, "I'll be fine, I don't mind the bees." So he proceeded to open the box, put the queen into the hive, then release the rest of the bees. Kind of like this:

I had forgotten that there are literally thousands of unhappy bees streaming out of a small box, anxiously trying to find their queen. Brad was wearing his bee suit, like in the picture above, but I was just wearing my normal clothes. Within seconds, bees had honed in on me. I sat very still, trying not to aggravate them. I closed my eyes and took calm, steady breaths. But I could feel them crawling in my hair, over my face, on my legs.

Brad wasn't paying any attention to me since he was trying to get all the bees out of the box, but eventually he looked over at me and said, "Uh, Jen, there are bees all over you!" and I said, through clenched teeth, "I know, and I'm trying not to freak out!" He got his brush and came over to brush them off me. He told me to slowly stand up and start walking towards the house. He brushed the bees off me as I walked. When I was about halfway to the house, he said he'd gotten them all off. Then he said, "Stop, there's another one in your hair." So I stopped and let him brush it off.

The next thing I know, our dog Matzo is running towards me, crashes into my legs and knocks me flat onto my rear end. I hadn't seen it, but he'd gotten stung on his nose and took off like crazy, straight at me, for some reason! Brad was laughing hysterically and saying, "Poor dog!" Every time he tells someone the story, they all say, "Oh, poor dog, is he OK?" Poor dog? Poor me! Good thing I've got lots of padding on my rear! I think I twisted my ankle a little when I fell, it still hurts.

So what do you think, should we try to reenact the scene and send it to AFV?