None of your Beeswax

Yesterday, for the first time in my life, I got stung by a bee.

Twice.

Once, when I felt something prick my back. And again, when I reached towards it.

Ouch.

So obviously, I sped home and did a funny little panic dance in the elevator (I'm pretty sure the man in there with me was slightly freaked out) and broke into tears and wailed like an infant when I got home. Now, 36 hours later, I cannot find the sting on my back. And the one on my finger... its a pathetic excuse for a bee sting - can't even pass for a mosquito bite.

... Well.