Well, I suppose the animals in my house didn't appreciate what I wrote about them on Sunday--so they sent a bee after me on Monday. That's right--I was washing out the trash barrel we keep in the garage, I then turned to spray my wife's flowers when--WHAM! I got hit in the back of the head with a bug bite! And then I saw a bunch of huge skeeters flying around my head and I started to hose them down when--WHAM! Something ripped into my calf! AHHHHHH!
I knew instantly that it was a bee, even as my hand came down like a flash to send him to the abyss (here I mean nothingness. bugs don't go to hell. they are only serving God's purpose. they are only serving God's purpose. they are only serving God's purpose). He lie on the threshhold of the garage, flickering with life--until I crushed him with my foot.
Tonight, my leg still kills--just as it did last night. There is no longer a discernable entry point from the sting, instead, I have a very hardened area that is red, and very itchy. Thanks, bee. And thank you animals of my domicle, who no doubt summoned this bee to do what you could not.
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