B e e e e e e

Yesterday when Brianna was babysitting a bee got lost and confused between her sunglasses and her face. You know the rest of the story. Except for the fact that when she woke up today she still looked like she had only just been stung.

Poor B.

Of course, this brought up some B-sting stories from the past.

When Tricia was just a very newborn baby, Doug and I decided to go for a drive with her one evening (in the days before car seats for infants.) Tricia was laying in my lap and we had the windows down. All of a sudden I started flailing and yelling scaring my driver husband half to death. I finally figured out that a bee had flown in the window. It stung me on my jaw line.

Doug’s story is from when he was a primary child. He and his brother, Tim, were exploring the woods in Lake Arrowhead, California. They happened upon a log and moving it, disturbed a beehive. As Doug tells the story, it was just like the cartoons, with he and Tim screaming, yelling and crying through the forest back to their cabin and the bees chasing them in hot pursuit the whole way. They made it back to the cabin pounding at the door to be let in. His father couldn’t imagine the event that was causing his sons this kind of distress. They were finally inside and both boys checked out from head to toe and all was well. They were safe. No bees, no bee stings.

But as his dad helped Doug take off his sweatshirt a bee flew out of the hood and stung his dad under the arm! You can only imagine the kind of yelling that produced!