Saturday, August 26, 2006
I have a boo boo
This is the time of year for bees. My yard is swarming with bees. They are all over my hollyhock-type plant and cone flowers in the backyard. Strangely enough they seem to like the sweet smell of sanded oak. I see them land on boards and try to pollinate them to no avail. The wood just isn't receptive to it.
They pretty much leave me alone and I wear OFF! to make sure they do.
But last weekend I noticed some poisonous nightshade growing on my neighbors fence, which adjoins our front yard. Of course I had to start yanking it off and next thing I knew a bee was on my head. I began flailing my arms about in the way people do when they are being attacked by bees. If the neighbors were watching, I'm sure they had a little laugh.
The bee came back at me and hit my shoulder, but it didn't manage to get the stinger all the way in. It only hurt a little so I don't think I was fully stung.
This "mini-sting" took almost a week to go away and it was quite itchy.
You think I would have learned my lesson right? No, of course I didn't. This morning as I did a little weeding, I decided to eradicate the rest of this deadly plant. And this time I did get stung. And it hurt. And it swelled up quite a bit.
Of course I took it like a man.
I had to show it to all our contractors and get sympathy. And every time Steve came my way, I said, "See my boo boo." There's something about a bee sting that makes you feel like a kid again. Sorry, but I had to show you guys my boo boo too.