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Back from the bee yard
I smell of wood smoke and honey. I’m sweaty, tired, and swollen.
Limping a bit from the 8 stings this weekend.
The first 5 yesterday left my heart racing, probably from the adrenaline. The three today just ticked me off.
I’m getting an Epi Penn before we go back out.
Why they like my left thigh, and backside?……Those girls are wicked. I think some of that venom went straight to an artery. Two stings on top of each other. I’m polka dotted with dark pink 5″ diameter swollen marks.
If they hang their stockings out….They are getting coal.
Haven’t they heard “don’t bite the hand that feeds you?”
Or in my case, ‘butt’. They tore me up yesterday and today as we feed them for winter.
It takes the ultimate patience to get over being stung by the bees I strive to keep alive.
Momma might order some new queens for Spring…..time for a regime change in the bee yard.
Santa, Can I get some new Queens for Christmas?