So there I am Sunday minding my own business biking down the beach from Redondo to LAX, (to engage in my favorite lazy L.A. pastime of watching 747s depart over Dockwieler Beach,) and I look down and a bee has lodged itself in my wrist!
I’ve never been stung by a bee before, and never have been one to completely spaz out when a bee shows up at a picnic either. I noted a lifeguard station on the off chance I’d be allergic or go into anaphylactic shock or something. But other than some soreness that evening nothing major to report.
I snapped a picture before a pulling out the stinger. Pretty cool actually, just not sure why he stung me.