Many of you may remember the Great Bee Incident of 2007 (apparently I didn't blog about that) from last Summer, wherein I was stung three times on my thigh and stomach by a stupid bee while running and swelled up all big and couldn't breathe, etc.
Well, yesterday, again while out running, I felt a sudden *whap* right under my eye. Needless to say it was again a bee flying directly at me and stinging me. I uttered several loud profanities (mostly due to the fact that I had to quit my run -- don't the bees know I'm training for a marathon!) and realized I better just go back and take some Benedryl. I did that and fortunately there isn't any swelling this time. Still, I hate bees.
Since the bees have waged all-out war on me, I decided to do them one better by spraying a yellowjacket nest that was under one of the eaves of our house, killing about 8 or 10 of them, all the while cackling sadistically. So there, I win.
Although I better be on the lookout even moreso when I run now, since I've just escalated the violence level in the war on bees. I have a feeling that in the bee community they have my face plastered up in all of their hives, ready to strike. Well, just come and get me bees -- it's on!