Bug! Bug! Bug!

Poor Eleanor got bit by a bee underneath her right eye. I came home from work one evening and found her poor little eye swollen. Apparently on the way home from Sylvia's she screamed really loud, then started to cry. Aunt Marilyn turned around and saw a yellow and black creature in the back window.

Whenever she sees a bug now, she breaks down and starts to cry right away. Poor girl! Then she will point to her face and say, "bug, bug, bug." Guess I don't have a budding entomologist on hand!