Happy Sunday ya'll! Now dig this...yeswterday I am out in the swimming pool out back trying to cool off from the 100 degree heat here in Las Vegas. As often happens a bug will fall in. Ladybugs and bees all get rescued for obvious reasons and all others get to go the way of the white buffalo. Well so.... a kamikaze bee ends up in the water next to me and I reach down and scoop him up out. He's half drowned but as I pick him up, within a nanosecond he manages to take a poisin poop right on my right hand pinky finger next to the nail. "WTF? you little bastard!!!" I fling him off minus stinger which I remove from my finger. I don't think too much of it since as I kid I must have been stung at least a hundred times with no reaction or problems. Sometime last night while asleep I must have entered the rubicon through some grand wombat bee portal. I wake up this a.m. and not only is my hand and fingers swollen, but it goes all the way up my arm and shoulder. No pain. Just bloated up like a fat kid at a cake eating contest. So I google bees in Las Vegas and it turns out here that the Africans have taken over and chances are overwhelming that I was stung by a Killer Bee. Turns out a few years back a rottweiler in his own yard and even a tethered horse were assassinated by these little pricks. (pun intended) Anyone else experience these bastards?
"I'm a king bee..I buzz all night long"
"When you hear me buzzin', some stingin's goin on!!"
"I do my best buzzin', when your man not at home." Muddy Waters
"I'm a king bee..I buzz all night long"
"When you hear me buzzin', some stingin's goin on!!"
"I do my best buzzin', when your man not at home." Muddy Waters