Okay, I have to tell a story. Once you get to know me, you'll see that I love to tell stories. Luckily this is one of the short ones.
Way back in the olden days, when I was about 8, I was sitting out on my front porch in the middle of a quiet suburban neighborhood in Salt Lake City, Utah. I noticed an unusual noise coming from across the street. When I looked over there, I saw a huge swarm of honey bees hanging from the branch of an old tree. It was probably larger than a basketball, and wow were they loud.
Unfortunately, I was not the only one that had noticed the swarm. Several of the neighborhood boys, being boys and the brats that they were, noticed the swarm and rushed up to see what kind of trouble they could cause. They deciding that throwing rocks at the swarm would be an excellent way to spend the afternoon. The bees did not agree with them. The bees started buzzing louder, and spreading out, flying all over the place.
Now, mind you, being a proper young lady, I did not participate in the antics of young boys, so I stayed on my porch and minded my own business. So you can understand my surprise when one of those aggitated bees decided to land on the end of my nose and sting me! I'm sure the neighbors several streets over heard my yelp, as did my mother, who rushed out to see what the problem was. I'm not exactly sure what happened to the boys after that, I was a bit focused on the problem at hand. My nose was swelling at a rapid rate, and soon it was so large I could barely see anthing past it. My mother gave me a pill, which I assume was Benedryl. My father was extremely allergic to bees, so she had some on hand, even though in those days it required a prescription.
It was several days before my nose returned to its normal size, and obviously, since I can remember it so well, it was a very tramatic experience for me. :-D