The Bee Tree

IWhen I was 9 or 10, my brother used to work the neighborhood paper route with his best friend (and total hottie) that I had a mad crush on. I remember trying to impress him (keep in mind of my age) by showing him that I could lay on my back and prop my butt up in the air to do air bicycle exercises. Ok, keep laughing...because it gets better. As I'm doing this, some bee flying by decides that it doesn't like my feet in the air and lands on my foot and stings me (this always creates fun trivia about my life...I tell people that I was stung on the bottom of my foot but I didn't step on a bee, how did I get stung? Many a person has wasted entirely too much brain power to figure out...LOL). My foot got so swollen...almost three times its size. My Mom was freaking out because the swelling wouldn't go down, leaving my foot in water with epson salt for about 2 hours.

Now, I'm wondering....am I allergic to bees? I've seen people get stung. I've never seen them get swollen like I did. How do you find out if you're allergic unless you get stung?

Regardless, now I have this deep inset fear of bees and when I do my walk in the morning, I go under this huge weeping willow tree that is INFESTED with bees. It's so bad that when you're about 30 feet away from it, you can hear the buzzing...and that continues until you're on the other side of it and walking away another 30 feet or so. I get so scared to walk under the tree.

Last year, one of the bees from that tree landed on my daughter's cheek. I went ape trying to get that thing off of her. I have a funny story about that too. I must have looked like a freak.

I
Hate
Bees.