I didn’t know whether I was supposed to start sucking the venom out of my arm. I’m thirty five and never had a bee sting. All I knew that if I screamed and cried like a little girl that I’d break some sort of strong independent woman code. And if I was going to into anaphylactic shock, well I only had minutes to spare, and unless I found a taxi or called an uber right then and now, I’d probably have too swallow a face to say what was wrong with me or ask someone to take me to the hospital.
Luckily I’m only allergic enough that my forearm swelled double the size of the other one (I did not take unpleasant pictures to prove it – no one needs to see that). I had to remove my wrist watch and I felt like ants were crawling beneath my skin and I could barely sleep at night. I itched my forearm, massaged the swelling and ultimately after that yellow and black sucker bit me – I survived. How woman am I?
Have you ever been bee stung? Or is that none of my beeswax? (I just had to start with the puns – please share yours with me because I can’t stop thinking of them and if I write too many you’ll stop reading).
Top tip: do not wear cardigans that in anyway emulate honeycomb. Or something that a bee might be attracted to. They will find you. Get stuck in your clothing and pain will follow for the next seven days.
Thanks guys for reading. Have a great weekend. And please, stay away from any creatures. If you do fancy popping past one of my books on Amazon or Goodreads and giving it a review, then that would be awesome!
p.s. last week it was a spider and this week a bee. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Next week the creature better be much simpler like a cat. Unless it attacks me.