How about keeping a daily tally on how many times folks in the Huckleberry family get stung by bees each day, and detailed
descriptions of each critter assault—-where, when, how, what kind, what degree of damage. Yesterday, I was minding my own business putting my hose away when one flew up and drilled me on the bridge of the nose. Not knowing if a head sting would kill me, I headed straight for the house and the baking soda. My nose felt like someone had whomped me with a hammer. Fortunately, it didn’t swell, and the pain went away after about 15 minutes. This was a hit-and-fly, so I don’t know the species—-just downright sneaky. This morning one got me while I was just starting to water. It dove for that ol’ lady flab on my upper arm and hit dead on. More soda, no swelling but still pain. It was a yellow jacket looking for more meat when I returned to the hose. Please note the past tense. We have honey bees across the road who come for visits every day, and THEY mind their manners. I think there have to be some good bee stories that have already occurred a many good ones yet to come —
Marianne Love
/Slight Detour.
Question: Anyone out there with a good wasp/bee sting story?