buzz by a bee

Today I was out for a walk, wandering down a trail I always wondered about. As I was walking through the forest I heard a buzzing around my head, so I shook my head and kept walking. I assumed it was a pesky fly. It did it again and I thought it was in my hair so I went to shoo it away.

That's when I felt the burning begin. I was sorely mistaken. This was a bee, not a fly. And it had just stung my scalp. And it burnt like a bitch. I was now afraid to smack at it more because I didn't want to get stung again or accidentally push the stinger farther in.

I turned around to head back the way I came. I wasn't about to venture further into this unknown trail with a bee in my head.

As I was heading back, beginning to cry because of the pain of the sting and the helplessness of having a bee in my head and no one around to help, I was stung again in the shoulder. It was through my cardigan so I was able to easily remove the bee at least, where I noticed it was a yellow jacket. (This will be relevant soon).

I then began running down the trail because bees release a pheromone to tell other bees in the area that they are attacking, and I didn't want to be near any more.

I feel beyond ridiculous running, crying, and carrying a scarf and a cardigan with a bee on it, but there's a certain point where you give up on caring what you look like. there are bigger problems to worry about, like the bee I can swear I can feel pumping more venom into my scalp.

I walk up to the student health services hoping to find someone to remove the bee, only the find that they are closed. At this point I decide it's time for a bit of revenge and stop to death the yellow jacket still stuck on my cardigan. I'm still afraid to touch my head. I decide the bookstore may at least be able to tell me where I can go to check for someone to help me.

A woman in the bookstore tells me she doesn't see a bee, and that the only other thing she can do is call the paramedics. Hardly necessary, I decline and walk back towards my dorm.

Maybe a friend can help out. On my walk I come to the realization that the other girl I trust to help me is gone for the weekend, and the other ones I have confidence in to competently remove a stinger. It's a saddening realization to have.

I resolve to use hand mirrors and check out my head myself, since I trust myself to do what I have to at least. I couldn't find anything and finally remember that it was a yellow jacket on my cardigan that I killed and most likely was the same one that stung me on the head. At least I killed the bastard.

My head still hurts. My shoulder too. It was a bad day. I just wanted to be home with people I knew could help me and that I trusted to actually be able to know what to do in such a situation. You know girls would just be afraid to touch it if I had had a bee in my scalp. It's amazing how stupid people are for being able to get into college.