It’s not very common for a bee to go buzzin’ around in the late evening. And it’s a rare occurrence that a bee would decide to enter inside a house. Further more, “why”, you may ask, “would such a bee decide to rest his weary wings on the floor under the lounge chair?”
It’s not very common for me to try my hand at sewing. And it’s a rare occurrence that I would lay such sewing on the living room floor as I’m measuring. Further more, “why”, you may ask, “would you sprawl your legs out ‘just so’ to straddle the sewing when it would be much easier to pin it on the dining room table?”
But I did…and the bee did…and my left index toe met his stinger and…yeow!!!! It’s been a long time since I’ve had a bee sting and I’ve forgotten how much they hurt/itch/swell/burn!
Two-Bit Tart 
I think I held a peach pit in my hand as a child that … I thought I might need later … an inadvertantly dropped the pit, but kept the bee that was attracted to it … and popped the bee in my mouth by mistake.
I’m pretty sure I ran home with my engorged tongue sticking out while looking for sympathy.
Sympathy is between shit and syphilis in the dictionary … when it comes to brothers and sisters for some reason.
My mother felt my pain though.
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