I've always heard that bee stings help with arthritis and other aches and pains; that eating local honey prevents allergies; that eating propolis is preventive medicine. I rarely get stung and these days when I do get stung, a couple of hours later, I can't even tell you where I was stung.
As you may remember from my earlier post, I had 120,000 bees in my kitchen in packages overnight on Friday night. Whenever you take bees from a beeyard, inevitably some bees come along for the ride who aren't a part of the package or nuc. These 12 packages were no exception. A few homeless bees clung to the outside of the packages housed in my kitchen.
When I reloaded the packages into the car the next day, all the clinging bees did not choose to go into the car with their sisters. I noticed on Saturday night that there were some errant bees clinging to my kitchen window blinds.
On Sunday when I arrived home from dinner with my daughters, I saw that my dogs had dislodged the rubber pet door from its screws. I knelt down to take the door off of its base with a screwdriver. I had on a sleeveless vest and a long sleeved shirt over it.
Suddenly I felt a piercing pain in the tender flesh of my left underarm. It burned and felt sharp and uncomfortable. I looked down on the floor and saw my tormentor, a bee from the clingers on the packages. I guess she was in the vicinity of the pet door and flew up into my exposed underarm. It was the most painful sting I can remember.
In the January snow a couple of months ago, I took the dogs for a walk and fell hard on the ice. Catching myself, I injured my left biceps muscle and have had a hard time getting comfortable to sleep every night since then. I lie down and feel a tearing pain in my upper arm. I move around, move around, move around until I find a place where my arm hurts the least before being able to sleep.
Last night for the first time since I fell, I went to sleep with absolutely no pain in my upper left arm.
I'm a believer. Thank you to the bee who stung me in such a vulnerable, painful place.
As you may remember from my earlier post, I had 120,000 bees in my kitchen in packages overnight on Friday night. Whenever you take bees from a beeyard, inevitably some bees come along for the ride who aren't a part of the package or nuc. These 12 packages were no exception. A few homeless bees clung to the outside of the packages housed in my kitchen.
When I reloaded the packages into the car the next day, all the clinging bees did not choose to go into the car with their sisters. I noticed on Saturday night that there were some errant bees clinging to my kitchen window blinds.
On Sunday when I arrived home from dinner with my daughters, I saw that my dogs had dislodged the rubber pet door from its screws. I knelt down to take the door off of its base with a screwdriver. I had on a sleeveless vest and a long sleeved shirt over it.
Suddenly I felt a piercing pain in the tender flesh of my left underarm. It burned and felt sharp and uncomfortable. I looked down on the floor and saw my tormentor, a bee from the clingers on the packages. I guess she was in the vicinity of the pet door and flew up into my exposed underarm. It was the most painful sting I can remember.
In the January snow a couple of months ago, I took the dogs for a walk and fell hard on the ice. Catching myself, I injured my left biceps muscle and have had a hard time getting comfortable to sleep every night since then. I lie down and feel a tearing pain in my upper arm. I move around, move around, move around until I find a place where my arm hurts the least before being able to sleep.
Last night for the first time since I fell, I went to sleep with absolutely no pain in my upper left arm.
I'm a believer. Thank you to the bee who stung me in such a vulnerable, painful place.
