"A shot of milk in the butt usually did the trick"
So as I was thinking that I wouldn't like a shot of milk in the butt, nature provided my counter irritant. In the form of yet another bee! Really??
This one viciously attacked my right hand. Divebombed me similarly to the first bee bully, plunging its stinger all the way through my glove. I had to pull over, remove my glove, then remove the hammering stinger. By then, the damage was done.
I hoped I had efficiently cut off the nasty thing, and that there would be little lasting effects. But by yesterday afternoon, the telltale poofiness had begun
By this morning, my hand had taken on a certain club-like appearance
I'd say it worked, I've hardly been bothered by the neck mound since.
But enough already! I can't remember the last time I was bee stung before this, and here I am with two stings in two days. I've rarely been a fan of sequels.
I think I'm ready to say good-bye to summer now.