Friday, September 07, 2007

The punishment DEFINITELY fit the crime!

First of all, let me just say "Wow, I haven't been very regular with my posts."

But this weekend, something happened to me and my first instinct (after the initial shock and pain... wait for the details) was to post a blog about my experience.

This weekend I went over to my parents' house for a little BBQ to celebrate my dad's birthday. When I say little, I mean litte. It was just my parents and me. Cozy, no? We were finishing dinner in the backyard, enjoying the fact that the temperature had finally cooled to a tolerable 88 degrees at 8:30 at night (Ridiculous!!!). I was telling my parents a story and was standing and gesturing, as I often do, and suddenly felt the impulse to put my hand on my pocket. Upon contact, I felt a strange vibration followed by unimaginable pain in my finger. I had been stung my a bee! My screams were so loud and shrill that I am surprised the police never showed up to find out who was being tortured at this address.

After removing the stinger and the initial shock, followed only by the fear of anaphylactic shock, I applied all of the internet suggested treatments for bee stings. My mom was able to find the bee corpse in the backyard to confirm that, yes, it was actually a bee that stung me (I only need look at my poor, throbbing, red fingertip to confirm that factoid). And YES, you read that correctly, THE BEE DIED! AND THAT DEATH WAS WELL DESERVED!!!

While this occurred five days ago and my finger has been painfree for three of those days, I am still quite bitter toward bees. However, I can't help but wonder what the bee has to gain by stinging me. Yes, he was simply driven into a self-defense mode. But even when successfully striking against his enemy (my innocent finger) he still died. What kind of defense system is that? Do bees not realize they will die once they use their stinger? They should. Don't they get a little suspicious when their friends don't return home to the hive? If the bees can be organized enough to separate themselves into a working and royal class and build elaborate hives which are factories for sweet honey (which I do admit I am currently boycotting secondary to my emotional scars from the sting), then why can't they UNDERSTAND the flaw of their weaponry?

If any of you have answers for me, please enlighten me. For now, I am sure I will forgive the bee, and start using honey within the next few days, but I will never forget!