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!
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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