Damn Dirty Bees
Anyway, I swatted away at the bee, and it ended up, unbeknownest to me, landing right above my adams apple. So I notice something there, and I figure it’s my beard that grows too fast, since I had just shaved that mornign and had been itching all day. So I went to scratch, grabbed a bee, and the bastard stung my neck.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Shit. Ow.
For the next mile of walking.
Damn dirty bees. Today’s lesson? Drive to work.