My First Bee Sting

With a subject like that, you were probably thinking, "Awww, I wonder which girl got stung." Well, the answer is none of them. I have no idea how I've made it this far without getting stung by a bee. (I've never broken a bone either, but we have two months left here yet.) I went for a run this morning and while going down a road that zigzags down a hill, I saw a man in a funny hat working out of the back of his van. As I got closer, I saw the tell-tale can of smoke. My excitement at seeing my first real-live bee keeper was short lived as I was soon attacked by a bunch of angry bees. I kept running as fast as I could, wildly swatting at the bees like a mad man. I only got stung once, but all in all, it was probably worth it as the bee keeper now has his first interesting blog entry in weeks.