237 - The Bee's Knee

I’m late again - rats!

Today I was using the weed eater to clear the debris from what used to be an herb bed of sorts - taking it to the ground so we can dismantle the sides and return it to yard, when suddenly, youch! a bee I’d somehow pissed off decided to exact his revenge on my knee.

I have no idea why he though my behavior was egregious enough to commit bee suicide, but that was the case.

The deal is, it didn’t hurt that much, but here I am six hours later and it still smarts nearly as badly as it did when it happened. Perhaps this is because it’s on my knee which doesn’t have much in the way of fat to disperse the poison? - who knows.