Evil BEE

So today after yet another weekly shopping trip to Thailand's 'Walmart' a.k.a. Tesco, Erin and I jumped on the Song Tao to get home. We were only a few blocks from home, when I felt something bite me on my shoulder. I freaked out, and reached beneath my sleeve to get whatever it was, out. It turns out, it was a bee! My shoulder was hurting really bad. I haven't been stung in a couple of years, and I've forgotten what a bee sting feels like: not good! Anyways, Erin pulled out the stinger, but it was still very painful. I was so mad at the bee! Oh, yeah this was all happening in front of a Thai man sitting across from us on the Song Tao. But I didn't care. I used my previously used 'Dairy Queen' spoon and scooped up the bee. Erin laughed out me, because apparently the man was looking at me very weirdly. I just sat there, holding my arm and staring at the bee while it was dying. I later took it back and asked Uncle Fred (the grounds keeper at the school/church) if I was going to die. He laughed and said no. The bee I was holding was a honey bee, apparently harmless. All I can stay, Thank God I wasn't allergic!