I ran into the ass of a bee today

Yea, you read that right. I was just cruising along, minding my own business when I ran into a bee. He was probably a happy bee, returning from a long day pollinating strawberries in Oxnard, California when I abruptly ended his life.

Well, I'm not sure I ended his life immediately, but I am sure I significantly shortened it. I don't think bees do first aid or have prosthetic stingers. I am pretty sure I ended his life because I distinctly had a stinger stuck in my leg.

I think what happened is that I actually ran into his stinger. I don't think he had time to actually hit me, it was probably an accident.

Either way by the time I stopped I had a welt with blood running from a small hole above it. Not only did I get stung, I also got poked by the same stinger.

Today it is a golf ball size bump on my left leg above the knee. I'm not letting it slow me down though. I can drink beer just fine with this thing all swollen up!