Bee Story
January 3rd 2008 09:16
Two bees ready to sting ... I hope they don't find me!
We did something a little different this year for Christmas, taking our three young children to visit their grandparents for a week or so. We managed to keep the whole trip a surprise right up until just before we turned off the road into my husband’s parents driveway, at which point my two oldest shouted with joy and astonishment as they realised where we were.
They thought we had just been going for a long drive, which is something we regularly do, having a look around the area we live in.
I must admit that they were a little concerned that the big, fat, merry man in red and white wouldn’t know they weren’t at home this Christmas and wouldn’t know where to drop their presents. I did, of course, put their minds at rest, assuring them that he knew exactly where they were.
Personally, I’m more concerned that a big, fat, merry man bearing gifts does know where they live and tries to entice them into his car when I’m not looking but … that’s an article for another time, I think!
Anyway, Christmas was tiring but lots of fun. We had a picnic on the beach on Boxing Day, which was my youngest’s first time in the sea. She loved it … took to it like a duck to water. My other two children had heaps of fun too, my daughter getting into mischief with her cousin who is very close in age to her, and my son who at almost five years of age is already eyeing off a batsman’s position in the Australian cricket team, practised his cut shots in the sand.
Great fun. Until …
…yes, there is an until …
…until … I got stung by a bee.
A Bee
It was lucky actually, not the bee (it wasn’t particularly lucky at all. In fact I personally hope that he or she died a horrible and painful death after the pain it inflicted on me) just the situation in general. I’d just taken my baby to the car to change her nappy after her little jaunt in the sea … it got a wee bit water-logged as you can probably appreciate … and I felt a stinging little prick (minds out of the gutter, people, I’ve heard all the “little prick” jokes already) in my arm. I looked down and there was the little bast … um … little insect … and it had the gall to just hang there, attached by its stinger, as if to say “oh, sorry, do you mind if I inject you with something that’ll hurt like hell, just because I feel like doing it?”
As you can imagine, I did mind.
As I said, it was lucky because I was holding my seven month old with one arm at the time and I was stung on the other arm. Imagine what would have happened had the bee chosen the other arm or even my baby to sting.
Not a nice thought.
Anyway, it got me thinking about stings and how best to deal with them, and after a bit of research into my trusty natural remedies manual, I found out that apparently one of the best remedies for bee stings is cucumber. Take the stinger out then apply a slice of cucumber to the site of the sting. According to my book it works by drawing out the stingy stuff and helping the healing process.
Unfortunately I didn’t have a slice of cucumber with me and my sister-in-law kindly slapped a blob of commercial anti-stingy stuff on my arm for me, so I was fine. But next time I hope I get stung at home where I can try the cucumber cure.
It’d be interesting to know if it really works or not.
Well, that’s my story, what about you. Did you have a good Christmas? Get bitten? Stung? Mauled? Drunk?
Have you got a good natural remedy for bee stings?
Welcome to 2008!!!
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