RIP Akeelah.

      It was a Wednesday evening in Zuasti. I had the house to myself and my bedroom window was open...I went to the bathroom and came back to Akeelah. Akeelah the bee. I named him this of course (you've all heard of Akeelah and the Bee? The movie?) Anyways...he would crawl on the floor and I would be behind him with my shoe and get all freaked out because what if I missed and made him angry for my attempt to end his life and then he stung me? I'm terrified of bees...So I just let him do his thing while I do mine and he sort of just buzzes around the room for awhile before settling in on the curtains. At this point he won the battle for the room. I let the window open and then turned off the light and shut my door in hopes that he would fly out and leave me in peace. I checked back a few times and he was still there. So then I call Brandi and ask her to help me decide what to do. She gives me suggestions but I brush them off because I don't think any of them will work and then she says, "Alex. Just let it go." Then a smile spreads across my face. "Just let it beeeeee!" Then I begin to sing my version of "Let It Bee" to my sister. I laughed. She didn't. To add to the puns, Akeelah, and I swear this is true, started to rock his but from one side to the other. The bee dance? Perhaps. He's a Bee-Gee!!! HAHAHAHAHA! Okay, back tot he story...I then went downstairs to eat dinner and I came back and Akeelah was not there. I did a thorough search of my room and could not find him. I told Aurora about all of this nonsense and she said that he must have flown out the window, for sure...because bees make a lot of noise. I kind of doubted this because Akeelah is a special bee. He's quiet and minds his own business, but he looks like he could take on a fella. So I checked my bed for the third time and then shut my window and my door before going to sleep. The next morning I wake up and go to my bathroom, which is right across from bedroom. I see Akeelah lying on the ground in front of my bathroom door dead as a doornail. I spared his life for him to just give up and keel over in my bathroom? The poor thing. Pobrecito. I hope he lived a good life. Rest in peace, little man. It was nice while it lasted.