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A bee stung me yesterday.

That hasn't happened since I was, like, eleven.

I felt bad for the poor little guy. I took entomology. We watched a vivid and traumatizing video that showed close up what happens to the bee when it stings a person. "Gross and less than fun" would be an understatement.

I was walking across the grass to go tan (I got burned by the way) and the little bee got stuck in my clog. So he stung me right by my ankle. It hurt more than I remember it hurting when I was younger. I suppose it was in part because the bee stayed attached to my ankle, pumping its poison into my foot.

I figured we couldn't spend the rest of our lives with him hanging from my foot, so I adopted the role of the bad guy. I waved my hand by my ankle and he flew off, leaving behind his stinger, butt and a portion of his innards. I was less than excited to have to remove them from my skin.

Poor guy. He had to of died within a few minutes of flying away.

Rest in peace, little bee.