Friday, August 21, 2015

Float like a butterfly, Sting like a bee

I was skipping down the trail,  minding my own business - well,  not so much that, because I had a strong interest in the goings-on of a young coyote,  5 deer,  a handful of prairie dogs and the illusive black squirrel seen below...





I digress.  However, I was skipping along happily.

Then OUCH! (Admittedly,  that's not the exact word I used.)

I looked down at my ankle in time to see a poor little bee fly out of my boot.  I guess I bumped him off a flower and he quite randomly dropped in there, between the sock and the tongue. I located his empty stinger sack and pulled it out. He got my ankle through my sock!

I was a mile from home and hobbled like a drama queen the rest of the way. Actually the pain was only intermittent and within an hour or two it was gone completely and replaced with a tingly sensation in my head and on my face that was rather pleasant.

Coincidence?  I think not.  Apparently bee sting therapy is real!

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