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Zombies Don’t Have to Worry About Bee Stings
A little zombie satire about bee hive disturbances…
There were times when my kids were younger that I wished my life was not so exciting. The Chemist and Architect had been about nine and twelve respectively and fruiting (our term for when they were absolutely crazy and wild) their asses off underneath my tiny deck. (Remember, small decks are good because less zombies can climb up them one at a time when you’re trying to fend them off.) That is when the bees struck. Well, stung. The Chemist took one under the eye and the Architect got stuck in the side. Neither were happy.
Chemist was in tears and the Architect was yelling, “We need an epipen! We need an epipen!”
Now, mind you, the Chemist had never been stung in his life. Other than the impolite red hole that the bee left there, you couldn’t even tell he’d been stung. The Architect is allergic to bees (ever so mildly, for now), so I took a look at his sting. That’s when my inner EMT kicked in. After assessing his sting site (it was swelling and hardly starting to hive at all, so more than likely a wasp than a bee stung him), I handed both kids the appropriate dosages of benadryl, gave them some calming tea, and told them to sit still and slow down.
Now, as for the bees/wasps? I have to give them credit. They did a two in one shot and…
