I was helping my husband do yard work when I ran screaming into the house like a maniac and started ripping off my clothes because somehow 3 bees managed to get down my pants. I felt a slight sting by my hip and then, yep, another sting right down there. The worst possible place a bee could possibly sting you.
My husband was helping me get my clothes off when one of the bees stung him in the arm. ”Oh,” he said. ”There really are bees.”
He apparently thought I was being dramatic.
After he successfully killed the bees that were now in our house, I laughed hysterically at the situation. I told my husband I was gonna go take a hot shower as my lady parts swelled and burned an throbbed. (And not in a good way).
I took down my ponytail and I immediately heard a buzzing under my chin; another freaking bee was stuck in my hair! I ran screaming into the living room buck naked and made my husband go in the bathroom to kill the last bee.
After the bee drama settled down, I texted a girlfriend about it because, seriously, who gets stung by a bee there?! Would you believe me if I told you just the week before that same girlfriend and I were out together and she got stung by a bee down there too?! I guess that’s my payback for laughing at her. Karma.