Thursday, July 30, 2009
Something I did not know: I am allergic to bees. Well, not so much a physical bee itself. Rather, the sharp pointy end that exits from their bee butts.
We were clearing brush and logs that had been sitting for a couple of years in a ravine. As I pulled on log near hte bottom of hte pile, I apparently put my hand directly into a hive of pissed off bees.
I felt the first few stings on my legs, but by the time they made their way to my hand, I was running and swearing up a storm across the parking lot. My supportive family? Laughing at the spectacle that is me running and swearing at bees as they butt humped me with their ass stingers.
By the end of the ordeal I was swelling up and could only think of this Eddie Izzard bit too keep myself from passing out.