Get your evil eye off me
My back is still aching and yesterday (after not being so much as looked at by a bee in 25 years) I was stung. Now, I’m allergic to bees, so at first I thought I was going to die. Luckily, after punching the buzzing culprit out from under my wool skirt, I realized it was a Yellow Jacket and hoped for the best. It swelled and it pinched my skin. It created and nasty, rock-hard, feverish welt on my thigh, which has since mellowed into a dull, nagging, itchy blotch.
