It’s been a while since I’ve been stung by a bee. Lucky, for me, I’m not allergic to the stinging insects.
During my lifetime, I’ve been stung several times, but the most memorable time had to do with a large black and yellow bumblebee.
I had been working outside, in the yard, and went inside for a while to cool off. As I sat down, and pressed against the chair back, I felt a sudden stinging, all over my back. Now had I know it was a bumble bee, it wouldn’t have been quite as bad.
Yes, it was very painful, but for a few seconds, I did not know where the pain was coming from. After figuring out that it was an insect attacking me, or vice-versus, I was relieved.
The unknown had taken over for a moment, and the thought of the pain had taken a backseat.
It took a small baby bee to bring it back, just the other day. I was reaching for something, and there it was. The sting was worse than I had ever remembered. One little sting, and the pain was front center. As a matter of fact, the soreness was still there as I was typing this story.
I know that bees are important to the earth. I just hope that it will be a long time, before we personally meet once again. That last sting will stay with me for a while. No reminders required.
“To bravely endure-
Brief encounters with defensive nature.”