I got stung by a bee yesterday, as it flew into my sandal and got squished underfoot — but critically, not squished quickly enough to stop it stinging me. Stupid little yellow things — what good are they, really?
It’s only the second time in my life I’ve been stung. Even though the sight of me hopping around a school playground was probably fairly amusing to some (and according to one person, “Karma”, but that’s a story for another day), it pales next to the first time I was stung by a bee. That was two decades ago (once again, I’m making myself feel old), when a bee flew into my lunchtime sandwich at school and was bitten down upon. Tongues were not made to be stung, as I found out, and hospital emergency rooms aren’t the most fascinating of places to wait around in while you ascertain whether or not you’re going to go purple and die.
Hence, I hate bees.
There seems to be a link between the two events, even if separated temporally. I’d stay away from schools if I were you.
I hate them too. I got stung for the first (and only) time when I was in my mid-20s. I was just wandering around Seattle zoo (Woodland Park Zoo), minding my own business, looking the other way, when a bee bzz-ed up and stung me on the hand…ruined the rest of the visit. So much for the ‘leave ’em alone and they won’t bother you’ – that’s a load of crap.
Hey yesterday Brian was staking the ever growing tomatoes and picking our second crop of beans when he was stung by wasps – the tomatoes now still require staking however Brian has found that he is not allergic to wasp stings (having 3 on one arm and no swelling)
Wasps are still there as neither of us has had time or desire to hit wasps with killing stuff. It WILL happen.