I felt something crawling on my leg and when I went to swat it I felt a bad pinch on my finger, only to find a stinger sticking out of my middle finger. Donna took great offense when I tried to show it to her. Now my finger is nice and swollen. I found the bee on the ground and being the nice guy that I am, stepped on it and squashed it, so it wouldn't die a slow, miserable death from losing its stinger.
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