>I’m pretty sure my neighbors think I’m crazy. Actually, there are probably a few reasons that they think this, but the newest happened today when I was taking my garbage out to the curb.
Since I was bitten/stung by a yellow jacket over the weekend, I’m freaked out that it might happen again. Said beasts were swarming around some shrubbery near my backyard gate. I have to pass by these bushes in order to get my cans from the backyard to the curb.
I waited until the evening cooled down since the can of bug spray suggested that it would be the best time to get near their nests. Creeping towards the infested area, I scanned the bushes for any signs of activity. Of course one of my neighbors saw me treading lightly towards seemingly innocent plant life, muttering to myself with a pained look and an aerosol can in my hand.
Seeing nothing, I scurried back into the house, deposited the bug spray and made my way to the backyard.
Slowly, I open the gate…making sure the coast was still clear. Then I grabbed the first can and practically ran it to the curb. A few cars passed by, but my neighbor had gone back inside.
It was at about this time that I realized there is a specific rhythm/sound which is social acceptable for taking one’s garbage cans to the curb. Moving them at top speed causes people to wonder what the hell is going on.
Needless to say, I had to repeat my endeavor, to retrieve and deposit the recycling can.
Maybe next week I should do a shot of whiskey before attempting to take my garbage to the curb for pickup. It’s probably more socially acceptable to be drunk than paranoid.