So, I had to get the bee out. There was no way that I was going anywhere NEAR that thing. So, I called userillusion for reinforcements. He got the bee out of there for me! YAY!
Part of the conversation when I called him was kind of funny. I called him trying REALLY hard not to panic.
UI: Ya know, maybe you should leave the apartment.
ME: I can't move!
UI: Well, you're going to have to move eventually to let me in!
Gee, thanks for the encouragement ;) I did really well overall. I only teared up and I didn't go into hysterics. Quite an improvement from being hysterical after finding a dead bee in my apartment last spring.
Then, we at the skettis(i. e. Spaghetti) that Liz cooked for us. Yummy!
This morning, I hit my head on the freezer door. Ouch!
When I left, Liz was at home cooking dinner for tonight, Saturday and Sunday (she'll be out of town). Did I mention that I love my roommate?
Note to userillusion: Liz said, and I quote: "He better not expect me to cook for him every day." I win. :P