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I somehow managed to make it through 9066 days of life without having been stung by a bee. I always thought it was really odd that most people don't believe that when I tell them. Well, I suppose I'm not quite such an unbelievable person anymore.
There was a bee hiding in something on the futon. I laid a pillow case over my lap as I was arranging things and it stung me. On the inner thigh of all places.
Just in case you're interested, I screamed like a little girl. Two octaves up and everything. Then I called Andrea as I panicked over the fact that I had no idea whether I was allergic. (Looks like not, by the way...)
There was a bee hiding in something on the futon. I laid a pillow case over my lap as I was arranging things and it stung me. On the inner thigh of all places.
Just in case you're interested, I screamed like a little girl. Two octaves up and everything. Then I called Andrea as I panicked over the fact that I had no idea whether I was allergic. (Looks like not, by the way...)