Funny Sting Story

[d.asly]

Had company over for lunch on Saturday. Of course, after the requisite libations, I figured I had to show off the hive on the balcony.

Opened up, poked around, dug in with spoons for honey and pollen.
And when the girls started getting anxious I closed up and retreated back into the apartment... but by then they had raised a posse that followed me into the living room.

Somehow only I got stung - and only once. But it was INSIDE my left nostril!

In my lubricated stupor i thought it was hilarious!
So, I pulled out the stinger and showed it to everyone, and then I put it down on the dining room table next to my wife's friend.
But after a while we forgot it was there and my wife's friend accidentally slammed her hand right on the stinger! she got a nice dose injected too.

Lucky for me, my wife was still really happy from the sting i got in my nose - so she thought it was as funny as I did.

Oh, by the way, the company we had visiting are our neighbors from directly downstairs... They have had to endure my mid-nightly hammerings of hives as well as all the bees who mistake their balcony for ours.

[Ravenseye]

What a great story! OK..here goes....

I pulled apart a deadout. I'm not going into the reasons but there were a fair amount of bees stuck in the comb. Being the consummate beekeeper, I pulled the old comb and "squashed" it so that I could toss in the the solar wax melter. When I got done with 10 frames of pulled and sometime occupied (by the dead) comb. I wondered why my hands were itchy and red. Couple of hours later, I had a bad case of the itchies...just like I got stung. I guess dead bees can pack a punch!

[MichelinMan]

Very amusing... Here's another one and this confirms bees don't like black:

I went to feed my bees the other day. The wife had the car so I took my motor bike. A black one. I had a black jacket on and joggers but didn't feel like changing. When I got to the yard I veiled up (I thank God I at least brought my veil) and got to it. Well, by the time I was done, I had a cloud of angry bees buzzing all around me. One somehow got into my veil and got me on the back of the neck. Another up my sleave and got me on the forarm. I retreated to my bike but they persisted. They took an instant dislike to my black helmet on the back rest. I had to walk about 500 feet before they gave up the chase. I went back to my bike took off still wearing my veil. But not before sitting on a bee. And you guessed it. I got it right wherre the sun don't shine.

[Fuzzy]

d.asly,

We are of course praying that you do not have any blood borne diseases. Didn't your mama teach you not to share needles ??

Joking of course, but possible none the less