I got stung by a hornet tonight, the first bee-family sting in TWENTY-THREE years. Holy Cow.
Before the bee sting, I had already realized that I have somewhat of a phobia about bees, hornets, wasps, etc. That's probably partially because I hadn't been stung in so long, but also because of the death of a friend which was caused by a swarm of bees.
It really hurt.
But I lived.
Tomorrow I'm going to go out onto my screened-in porch and kill that other hornet if he's still out there. The greatest thing I have to fear is fear itself, right? So. I'm not going to let that hornet run my life.
(Well, maybe I'll fling him outside if I can, but if he puts up any sort of resistance....he's done)
