I hate bees.

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.






3 responses to “I hate bees.”

  1. Christian Avatar

    There seems to be a link between the two events, even if separated temporally. I’d stay away from schools if I were you.

  2. Annalisa Avatar

    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.

  3. Pam Roberts Avatar
    Pam Roberts

    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.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.