The Bees' Knees

I learned something today; bee stings hurt.

My brothers, their friends, Seth, Joey, and Sean, and I were all playing out in the woods across the street from my house. The woods is just one long path, that reaches both ends of the street I live on, and turns down to the main road at one end. Mike, Seth, and I were all trying to hide from Jack, Joey, and Sean, in the path (it wasn't a game of hide-and-seek, we just decided to "ditch" them). So, Mike, Seth, and I were all running from one end of the path, to the other end, which leads to the main road. We cut into the woods at the side of the path, and hid behind some trees, and brush. We were there for a good five, or ten minutes, until we were sure the coast was clear of the other three. So, we came out of the woods, back onto the path, and headed up to towards our street.
That's when we heard them coming back. Mike went off to his original hiding spot, and Seth and I jumped into the spot in the woods we were in. I was almost to the tree we were hiding behind previously, when I felt a small prick on my left hand. I assumed it was a mosquito, since those had been buzzing around my head earlier, but when I looked down, I realized something was terribly wrong.
The "mosquito" was yellow, and black striped.
And I usually didn't feel mosquitoes biting me.
This wasn't a mosquito; it was a bee!
"Oh my god!" I yelled, "I gotta get outta here!"
But, as I started making a dash for the main path, I felt another prick. And another.
And another.
I was being stung!
I made a mad dash towards my street, shaking vigorously at the bees that were attacking me.
I was running home, on the street now, with Mike just behind me. But Mike told me to stop, because he saw something on my back.
Turns out the bees landed on my shirt as well.
Now, I was sprinting full speed home, hoping the bees would fly off, and leave me alone. As I ran, this whole time, the places I had been stung gradually became more painful.
I was now on my deck, whipping my shirt off, cursing the whole time, from the pain I was in. My hand, ankles, legs, and thighs were all growing more, and more painful.
I ran inside, yelling, "I just got stung by bees a dozen times."
Thankfully, my parents rushed to the rescue, my mother making the famous bee-sting-healing mixture of baking soda, and water, and my father helping me get my pants, shoes, and socks off, so we could better see the stings on my legs, and feet. I directed my mom to where all of the stings were, as she applied the baking soda substance. The whole time, I was rocking back, and forth in pain. After covering all the stings, my mother gave me a Motrin, and a Benadryl, to help rid the pain. I was then escorted to my room, to be alone for a bit, with an ice cube to apply to the areas that hurt most.

I am proud to say that I did not once cry- though I did moan, and groan, and cuss a bit-, which, therefore, states that I truly am a man. Within an hour, the stinging was to a minimum, and I was up for a trip to Mashpee Commons (a small section in our neighboring town of Mashpee, filled with differant stores), with my mom, to try to find a birthday present for my aunt Amy (I'll post more about that tomorrow, after the party).

So, the source of those cruel, yet tiny, beasts was a nest, hidden in the ground of the woods, that either me, or Seth, must have stepped on. I can tell that bees don't like to be bothered, because boy, were those bees pissed (pardon my French). And, as I type this blog entry, I can still feel the aftershock of the almost microscopic stingers of those bees- well, actually, it's not the stingers that hurt most, it's the venom in the stingers-, but it feels almost soothing, compared to what I was feeling when I actually got stung. And, for the record, this was the second time in my life that I have been stung by a bee(s), but today will be the only day I remember (so far) being stung, because the first time I was stung was when I was two.

Moral of the story; don't make bees angry. You wouldn't like them when they're angry.

Yours in awesomeness,
~Ry.