Copyright by Janet Webb
Revenge of the Bumble Bee
I had my hands full of dishes from the counter when a bumble bee flew up under my uniform dress. I immediately dropped the dishes on the counter and began swatting at my dress trying to get it out.
Brenda yelled, “stop, you’ll make it sting you!” I actually knew this! Too smart for my own good at times.
Too late, I made contact with the bee. I ended up with several stings for my trouble. Although not allergic to one sting from a bee, more than one made me sick and the leg swelled up to almost an inch and was about six inches wide.
Tessa
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About Tessa
My name is Tessa Dean and I am an author and blogger. My writing styles vary and I love writing using prompts.
I am also writing my first book, a Memoir entitled "Government Property - A Memoir of a Military Wife". This is being published on the blog rather than the traditional way. I am putting up chapters as I go along. I keep my blog filled with useful content, stories, and poems. Plenty to keep you busy. I have also been interviewed by blogs and had other posts published on many different blogs. I also wrote a series of articles on Bipolar Disorder for IBPF (International Bipolar Foundation).
I am in my 60’s and disabled which allows me plenty of time to write to my heart’s content.
I live in southern New Jersey and have 3 children and 5 grandchildren. My oldest grandchild is a Sargent in the United States Marine Corps.
Yikes! That’s a painful story, Tessa.
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It sure was. If I had left it alone it probably would have flown away, but I smacked at it like I went crazy and it retaliated. 🙂
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I’d have freaked out to if a bumblebee spilled up my dress.
More than a little, since I have no idea why I’d be wearing a dress to begin with…
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LOL! That was back when I still wore dresses and it was my uniform. I was a waitress. I was also the life of the party that night.
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Ouch! I remember when I was very young, I was standing outside when a bee began to fly around me. Remembering what my parents had told me, I stood still and didn’t move…and didn’t move…and didn’t move. My parents finally responded to my calls and shooed the bee away or I might still be there. 🙂 But I didn’t get stung at least!
janet
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Glad you didn’t get stung, one still hurts.
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Reminds me of the time I was about 10, playing hide and seek. I ran into a rose bush and disturbed a nest of bees. Luckily, I was wearing play jeans but got stung on the back of my neck. Ouch!!! Tessa, I see you commented on last wk’s story. Thank you. Please come back and read this wk’s titled: Honeycomb.
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Glad you didn’t get more than one sting. I did read it though, don’t know what happened. Maybe it was the one I got called away on and didn’t get that far. It was an interesting story. Good job!
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A bad idea to have them under your clothes.
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Hmmm ya think? 🙂 It wasn’t my choice. Owie!
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My impulse would’ve been to freak out and make an idiot of myself (I’ve done it.) Bees scare me…especially the aggressive Africanized “killer bees” that swarm.
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I did, I was at work and entertained the customers. I was waitressing. 🙂
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sometimes panic seems like the things to do.
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I panic over simple things, but that was not simple. Thank you for stopping by!
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