So I was stung by a bee for the first time in my life today. Erik J and I were outside playing and letting the dog go potty. We have a lot of bees in our area because there are flowers and a lot of plants and the such. Erik J was walking the dog leash with no dog on it, and I bent down to take his jacket off him. It's hot today! As I was removing his hoodie he stepped on my foot, and it really felt like he had a sticker on the bottom of his shoe that he drove in to my toe. But when I looked it looked like a little white fleck, glass maybe? I brushed it away and sure enough there was a stinger attached and a poor little bee dead on my shoe.
This is quite an experience for me because I used to be really scared of bees. The stories everyone always tells about their own bee experiences make the pain sound excruciating. This really wasn't that bad. At first it really just felt like I got a sticker in my foot. It did get worse after that, but I think I did well with it. I iced it and put hydrocortisone on like Big Erik suggested and now I am writing this story.
I do feel bad for that bee though. He had such a life before this, flitting from plant to plant to pollinate our earth. Then he had to get all mad, sting me and die. What a waste, kind of like gang violence.
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