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On Saturday morning while he was mowing the lawn, Dan got stung by a bee. He was pretty sure it was a yellow jacket, but it happened fast and he swatted at it and by the time he looked down at his leg, the bee was gone. He thought he got to it before it really had a chance to get in there and inject the venom because it barely hurt at all and after a few minutes, it was completely better.
Then on Sunday, his outer calf swelled and it started getting difficult to walk. Of course I only kind of made fun of him when he hobbled around the living room and asked me in a pathetic voice to go downstairs and get him some new batteries for the XBox controller, or when he sat with a bag of frozen corn on the hard, red bump on his leg. I got stung by a yellow jacket a few years ago for the first time since I was a kid, and I remember how bad it freaking hurt. And I had trouble walking too (I got stung on the inside of my thigh, just above my knee.) So I only kind of made fun of him. heh.
He was already on a mission against The Bees before he got stung because every time he walked outside there were wasps and bees buzzing around his head and he was getting annoyed. Then one had to go and sting him and ooh boy, that made him REALLY mad.
Well, apparently the bees thought he wasn’t mad enough. Last night Maggie and I were outside playing (while he stayed inside and iced his leg again and missed out on the fun game of hide and seek) and I got interested in checking out Dan’s handiwork from the other day when he cut the branches off of a bush over by the chimney (part of our Home Inspection To Do List, per the buyers) I was over there for a good minute or two, and then Maggie followed behind me. She stood there for a moment and then started SCREAMING and looking down at her leg. Sure enough, there was a yellow jacket dangling there, with his dirty little stinger in MY KID’S LEG.
I quickly brushed it away and scooped her up. I vaguely remember seeing some other flying things in the area and hoping they didn’t follow us and also checking the rest of her body to make sure there weren’t anymore stuck to her (there weren’t, thank goodness.)
She was screaming so loud as I ran into the house. I told Dan to get some baking soda and Maggie repeated it through her tears and wails: ‘Bayk-in Sodaaaahhh!’ I laid her on the couch and got her to flip over to her belly so I could see the sting- it was on the back of her leg, just above her ankle. She buried her face in the pillow and CRIED like I’ve never heard her cry before. We applied the baking soda paste and rubbed her back and said it would be okay, did she want to watch Ariel? Yeah, she sniffled. Paf-fiver! (Translation: pacifier.)
After a few minutes, she calmed down and we put some Dora bandaids over the baking soda crust and she laid on the couch through most of her movie.
I went out to check the area and found their nest- a nice little hole in the ground with a pretty good flow of traffic. I stood there for a few minutes and watched about 10 bees go in and out. I can’t believe that I didn’t get stung when I was standing there for way longer than Maggie was, and I also am thankful she didn’t get stung more than once. Neither Dan or I are allergic, but with kids who have never been stung before, you just never know.
It’s okay now, they are all DEAD. Dan went out after dark and sprayed the crap out of their little hole. Today I watched again and there was no movement, so I stuck a rock in the hole. He’s going to get some more Bee Killing Stuff today just in case.
So far today Maggie’s doing fine and it’s not swollen yet. But Dan’s didn’t swell until the next day, so I’m not sure what tonight will bring. We shall see. She definitely remembers it though, because when we went outside today, she said ‘Bees? STING ME!’ and looked around for anything flying.
Freaking fracking bees.