Wait. You didn't think... oh. Um... you'll be disappointed.
Anyway, today I was sitting at a school when it happened. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and turned to come face to face with a gigantic killer bee!! Okay, it was actually sort of small, but I jumped up, screamed and did the Get-this-bee-off-me dance. In my panic, I think I tried to karate chop it.
When the saga was over, I sat back down and felt a pulsing in my hand. I lifted it up and on my ring finger was a mark. THE FREAKING THING STUNG ME!! How dare it! It was on MY shoulder!
Sigh. It was my first bee sting. The secretary stared at me, maybe not believing me, and told me I'd have to wait there fifteen minutes to make sure I wasn't allergic. Awk-ward.
But I was fine. I actually feel a little cooler. Like a new scar to show off. Tell you what, those bees are gonna freaking quake in their stingers when they see me coming...