I've been running in the local mountains for years. I have fallen many times, run into bears and rattlesnakes and bobcats and intoxicated hunters. But until yesterday, I had never had a bee sting. Half-way through yesterday's run, as we descended Mt.Zion, we ran into a mule team transporting gear for some campers. As we passed them, the mules disturbed a beehive -- and things got nasty.
I ended up with a single sting. On my butt. Somehow, one of the little fellas ended up inside my running shorts and stung me directly on the right cheek. It hurt like the dickens, as bee stings will, but it mystified me more than anything else. How did the bee get in there? Why was I stung nowhere else? What does it all mean?