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So there I am, minding my own business, mowing the lawn like any good homeowner does (or masochist seeing as though the heat index was 105).
Giving the girls a wide berth seeing as though they don't particularly care much for landscape maintenance around their yard. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I detect a flash of wings. Hmmmmm, maybe a tiny moth or any one of a number flying thingys that inhabit this part of the world. (If not for the noise of the mower I would have instantly recognized the offender.) Then again a close brush and my mind rose to the terrifying truth, INCOMING!!!!!!!!!!:ws
Dropping the mower I semi-calmly proceeded to traverse the 50 yards to the back door thinking the girl would tire of the chase. NO CHANCE SUCKA! 5 feet from the door she made her move. I'M HIT! Instinctively (because of previous training) I scraped the point of impact removing the vile poisoned dart I had been so greviously impaled with, proceeded inside to my safe harbor, took a benedryl and rubbed some calagel on my wound. (Wonderful stuff by the way for bites or stings).
A bit later I recounted this story to my wife in an e-mail and in her particularly wifely way she retorted " Don't you always tell me the girls are hot and cranky and to give them a lot of room.":no: to which I replied, " But honey I was 30 feet away from them".
And then it struck me.:doh:
A few days before I had been peacefully sitting 3 feet from the hive (something they'll let me do when I'm not wielding lawn equipment screaming at 100 decibels) watching their flight patterns trying ( in vain ) to determine where they're getting the boatloads of pollen they bring in every morning. Very interesting. 3 or 4 to the north, one to the east , 3 or 4 to the north, one to the east again and again and again. Suddenly in a brilliant flash of rare clarity it came clear to me. Of the 3 times these girls have stung me the last two have occurred directly in their eastern flight path. (We won't talk about the first time when I had had a Gin and Tonic, was not wearing protection and got just a wee bit too intimate, an err the male flesh is given too.)
Ahhhhhhh bees.
You live and you learn.
Giving the girls a wide berth seeing as though they don't particularly care much for landscape maintenance around their yard. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I detect a flash of wings. Hmmmmm, maybe a tiny moth or any one of a number flying thingys that inhabit this part of the world. (If not for the noise of the mower I would have instantly recognized the offender.) Then again a close brush and my mind rose to the terrifying truth, INCOMING!!!!!!!!!!:ws
Dropping the mower I semi-calmly proceeded to traverse the 50 yards to the back door thinking the girl would tire of the chase. NO CHANCE SUCKA! 5 feet from the door she made her move. I'M HIT! Instinctively (because of previous training) I scraped the point of impact removing the vile poisoned dart I had been so greviously impaled with, proceeded inside to my safe harbor, took a benedryl and rubbed some calagel on my wound. (Wonderful stuff by the way for bites or stings).
A bit later I recounted this story to my wife in an e-mail and in her particularly wifely way she retorted " Don't you always tell me the girls are hot and cranky and to give them a lot of room.":no: to which I replied, " But honey I was 30 feet away from them".
And then it struck me.:doh:
A few days before I had been peacefully sitting 3 feet from the hive (something they'll let me do when I'm not wielding lawn equipment screaming at 100 decibels) watching their flight patterns trying ( in vain ) to determine where they're getting the boatloads of pollen they bring in every morning. Very interesting. 3 or 4 to the north, one to the east , 3 or 4 to the north, one to the east again and again and again. Suddenly in a brilliant flash of rare clarity it came clear to me. Of the 3 times these girls have stung me the last two have occurred directly in their eastern flight path. (We won't talk about the first time when I had had a Gin and Tonic, was not wearing protection and got just a wee bit too intimate, an err the male flesh is given too.)
Ahhhhhhh bees.
You live and you learn.
