OUCH!!!! IT STUNG ME!!!
So - here's my story. Normal morning, normal breakfast, normal goodbye to hubby as he leaves for work, normal clean up Sam, normal get Sam out of high chair, normal start to clear the table.
Here's where the normalcy ends.
I'm clearing the breakfast dishes and suddenly feel like I stepped on something sharp between my big toe and my 2nd toe. But... it's getting worse, hurting more, like glass or something? I'm confused. I look down...
THERE'S A BUMBLEBEE BETWEEN MY TOES THAT IS STINGING ME!!!
I throw the dishes in the sink, start screaming and turning in circles, hopping on one foot with the bumblebee foot swinging in the air. (Aside - Sam thinks this is funny and starts copying me...). The bee finally decides it has better things to do and buzzes off.
I grab Sam, run into the office, and slam the door.
...where I promptly look up treatment for a beesting. And THEY HURT. Worse than I remember.
Then I plant Sam in front of Sesame Street, grab a magazine and wind it up as my weapon of choice, muster all my courage and go on the attack.
"I'm squishing up a baby bumblebee...." I came off victorious.