Jesse and the Hornets

And the Nominees Are...

Once upon a time, oooh, about 16 years ago, in a land about two hours away... Our family went out to visit my Grandparents. At that time they lived on the waterfront, with nothing separating them from the waves except for a rather large cliff. My two older brothers, being the adventuresome chaps that they were, decided to descend the cliff to the beach instead of taking the obvious way, the stairs. It was a pleasant summer day so it made only perfect sense to tackle this feat while wearing shorts. They had started their way down the cliff when my eldest brother smashed into a hornet's nest. Luckily, my other brother made it back up a little quicker, but unfortunately, Jesse suffered a gruesome fate. The hornets swarmed up his shorts, into his shirt, got entangled in his awesome afro, all the while he was trying to scramble his way to the top. All right, so shortening this story a tad, once he made it into the house my mom quickly whisked him away to soak in a tub of vinegar (yummay!) to help suck out some of the venom. I believe that in total he suffered about 25 stings. He started going into some form of shock and I was sure that he was now on his deathbed. I remember my feelings at that moment. My undying love of my dying brother, and the heartache of losing him. I could practically hear the soundtrack playing in the background (I believe it was the song from Fiefel). They had moved him from the tub and now he was shivering on the couch. I slowly walked over to him, knelt down by his side, and gently rested my hands next to his head. Tears beginning to swell in my eyes, I looked at him and said, "I love you, Jesse...". To which he so inspirationally replied, "OH, SHUT UP, NAOMI!" The soundtrack screeched to a stop.

Academy Award? Oh, I think so...