It wouldn't have helped today. I'm just not that good of a shot!
My folks lease space to some local beekeepers (more on them later). In the last six weeks I've passed the hives multiple times without incident. Today, I must have irritated the bees...
|Nowhere near the hives, I just thought this tree I encountered on my hike was cool.|
I was about 50 feet from the hives when the first bee attacked. It body-slammed me in a Kamikazi move right in the middle of my forehead. Yes, my first response was, "Oh crap." Before I could recover, bee #2 knocked into the side of my head, stinging my temple. My second response is not kosher to repeat. When I realized another (third) bee was chasing me, I got a little nervous and started to run.
Do you run from bees? Wait, are they like mountain lions? I know you aren't supposed to run from mountain lions... (These were the thoughts in my head as I "booked it" across the field, frantically waving my arms to try and dissuade any unusually cranky bees from attacking me further.)
I jogged the half mile or so to my mom's and she doctored up my stings. The stinger from the second bee was still neatly lodged in my temple.
When I got home I kept hearing a strange buzzing sound... upon removing my kerchief I discovered bee #2 had joined me for the ride home, trapped in the folds of fabric. Poor bee.
|Again,nothing to do with bees... just thought this chubby-muffin ground squirrel was posing for me.|
I generally LIKE bees. I used to "rescue" them from drowning in the river when I was a kid. I've NEVER been attacked and chased by honeybees.
Was it a sign? Is God trying to tell me something?
Um... maybe. How about, "Don't walk so close to the hives, dummy."?
Listening to God is a lot simpler than we think, I believe.