I was just telling Chainsaw last week that I have never been stung by a bee (that I remember). Wasps? Yes! Bees? No.
Well friends, that has changed. I must have forgot to knock on wood or something. I was minding my own business at the Harvest Festival in Spearfish, SD last Saturday when I felt something horrible happening a bit under my left knee. I was actually wearing thick knee socks, and I have no idea what possessed this bee to commit suicide by stinging me through my sock.
My Grandma works at a natural foods store just a few steps away, and I was immediately treated with fancy oils and potions.
Now, two whole days later. My leg is a bit swollen, but not to gross proportions (I've seen some scary pictures!). It itches like you would not believe, and Benadryl knocks me out.