
The other day I was sitting in the sun eating a roast beef sandwich and enjoying a cup of strawberry yogurt when all of a sudden a bee lands on my hand. Not really caring, I flick the little critter as hard as I can but he’s a strong one. He doesn’t come off until maybe 15 hard, violent shakes. By this time the two girls at this table next to me think I am possessed and I’m acting crazy but whatever. At least I got this stupid thing off of me. I then look around to see where he landed. He’s nowhere in sight. Probably flew away I thought. Back to eating my sandwich.
About a minute passes and I feel a painful sensation on the palm of my right hand. I let out a manly, high-pitched scream. Wow you stupid bee bastard. You somehow managed to come back and stab me with your butt. I quickly pull the stinger out from my palm and examine it. It’s small and looks really curvy and sharp. I then get a glimpse of the limping bee on the table next to me and pick up this little defenseless (or at least NOW he’s defenseless) bee and stab him with his own stinger. Take that you fool. Now you have to die not only without your butt-javelin but also pierced by your own weapon! The pain lasted about 30 mins with no swelling and I would have to say I won this battle.
Stupid bees.