The object of my fear..

I'm walking toward the door, coffee check, purse check, shoes and keys check.
Lets go, down the stairs to the back door ..as I open it I see you
I'm instantly stricken with fear, oh yeah, I forgot about you and so I backed up
I see the evil in your eyes, on the hunt in your stance..what to do?
I can't run... because I ain't no punk, I can't fight... because it's two of you and you may send out a call for more...so I wait.
Contemplating my options fight or flight, yell or chill..too few options but then I glanced to my left.....a weapon!
the water hose, passive aggressive but at least I'm not running.
So I ease on over, slowly! As I keep my eye on you, oh no you sent out a call for now there are three of you.
But I've got a plan, my hand on the trigger saying to myself "it's all or nothing"
I squeeze with all my might as I quickly abandoned my original idea and run, I drop my weapon  running madly in the direction of safety, you punked me but it's ok.....this time
I made it to safety, mishap averted, a misunderstanding avoided, I'm once again safe and secure in my car away from .........the bees