I’ve never been stung by a bee. My mom is insanely allergic to bee stings. If she gets stung she has to get to the emergency room fast or she could die. She should carry an epipen but if you knew my mom, you would know that’s never going to happen and it’s best not to even bring it up. Save your breath.
I might be that allergic to bee stings too. Like I said, I’ve never been stung. I almost want to be stung at this point. Just to see if I am, in fact, ridiculously allergic to bees. I have gone so far as to let bees crawl all over me. Not a whole swarm of bees just one or two at a time. I’m not going to swat at them or try and murder them but I will let them sit on me and whatever happens, happens. So far nothing has happened. They just hang out on my arm or leg for a while and then they fly away.
So I may be allergic or I may be a princess. There is just no way of knowing.
I like bees but I hate honey but I like honey flavored graham crackers and candy corn. Someone told me that candy corn is made of honey. I don’t know if that’s true or not. If only there was some sort of machine that I could ask questions and it would tell me all the information in the world. Oh well.
I also hate mead.
Bees. Bumblebees. Bumble.