So Natalie and I were just about to walk into her school when she yelped, “Ouch! It bit me!”
I was thinking, “Huh? What bit you?” I wasn’t completely with it seeing as I was half asleep. I am not a morning person.
Natalie lifted up her shirt and a bee comes flying out. Then she burst into tears saying that her stomach hurt.
She had been stung.
People passed us and most didn’t seem keen on having to hear a five-year-old wail. They probably assumed she didn’t want to go to school. That couldn’t be the furthest from the truth. Natalie loves school.
It was just a mean bee had stung her.
I hate bees. I always have. This is why. My Mom is always like, “But they pollinate and blah blah blah..” That’s nice and all but they also STING. Therefore I shout and act like a wimp when I see one around me. Yes, I have ran around my yard in a panic when I thought a bee had landed on me. I do leap out of chairs if one gets too close.
I DO NOT LIKE BEES.
And now I hate them even more for hurting my kid.
I lifted up Natalie’s shirt and saw a red welt.
“Please don’t be allergic,” I muttered.
I didn’t think she would be. She’s not allergic to anything as far as I know. I’ve been stung before and was fine. Tom has been stung before and was fine. Tommy never has, but he’s just a lucky kid. He’s rarely hurt.
She had a cyst on her leg that got bad enough for us to have to go to the hospital for a couple of days.
Then she got cut in her side and had to get those liquid stitches.
She got a hole in her head when she crashed into the corner of a wall. Had to get two staples to close them up.
Right before PreK started she landed straight on her face and got a gross bruise.
The kid…she’s hurt a lot.
And now she was stung.
“That bee was mean,” Natalie sniffled. She had calmed down, which I was impressed with. I thought she’d carry on for a bit. She seemed more affronted that the bee had dared to sting HER.
“Can you see my fingers? Are you okay?” I asked, wiggling my fingers at her. Oh please don’t let her be allergic.
“I can see,” Natalie said, wiping her face. “I need an ice pack from the nurse!”
Yes folks, she’s fallen down enough at school that she knows what an ice pack is.
I brought her to the nurse’s office and explained what happened. She checked the wound and saw that there was no stinger, which was a good thing. It was just red. She made Natalie an ice pack and handed it over.
We waited for ten minutes to make sure Natalie didn’t have a reaction. She didn’t. Phew.
I walked her to class and told her teacher what happened.
“A bee stung me!” Natalie said and lifted up her shirt. “Hey kids. A bee stung me!”
Well. Clearly she was okay.
Want to know what’s amusing about this whole story?
This is what she was wearing:
Clearly, the bee was not amused.