Our back street neighbors gave us their old swing set this week (Yipee!). I have it positioned outside so I can look out the dining room or kitchen window and be able to watch the kids. So, the troops were all out there when I hear Bryn let out a scream. This scream meant business. It was a 'I've cut off my arm' scream. A scream that would send my sister Laura into cardiac arrest. So, I go outside to see Bryn bowed legged and walking on her the tiptoes of her left foot and normally on her right foot. Strange. It was a warped version of the dance she does when she is just about to go pee. I was confused, brought her inside and tried to figure out what was wrong. She kept pointing at her foot. So, I looked and saw a splinter like thing in her left foot. I pulled it out and realized it was the stinger of a bee (or a wasp...I can't tell the difference). Luckily she is not allergic to bee stings and she had some minor swelling. Nothing some Phineas and Ferb can't calm.
This was first experience with a bee sting. Do you remember yours?