To quickly go to sleep until twelve last night and found a bee inside the room, frantically hitting the fluorescent lights in issuing the calls and the annoying sound of the wings of the shock! I can do nothing to help it escape from a trap of its own, it lights out sleep! it turned off the lights to stop the noise, I do not know it went! I felt something in my lap, I touched a little, feeling a little bit of water, he wanted them to see! Gang sat up and felt something on his arm in the crawling, my muscle tension a bit, followed by a burst of irritation, I think I must have bee mistaken, and stabbed with a stinger on my arm! I quickly left hand bombs to bees, get up turn on the lights and saw my arm, leaving a length of about 3 mm of the hard black stinger, I thought this came to an end the life of bees, because It is the price with their lives to attack any of its view of the enemy! my paper cover the wound, squeeze forced the thorn out, but the blood around the wound has become a purple, felt the pain again and raid came from the heart, and I then crowded a few times, purple also extended off the muscles, the size of a coin, and the pain has spread to! then to the bathroom to wash the wound a bit, feel better! back to the room, bee still active, But the obvious vitality, it's just struggling, but can not fly, I feel that it is dying, the poor crispness, however, the pain told me I was quite hate it, it hit me first! I used the lighter on with it, open flames, burned several times, it struggled a few times, dead! I do not know why I use the fire to it, perhaps even more happy to die some of it right, it does so may be more painful death struggle! < br> This reminds me of my school several times during a bee attack in! sophomore in high school, my dorm on the third floor, my bed near the window, while outside the window is a few trees, usually many birds, insects and the like gather here! One night, I was asleep, but felt something crawling on my leg, I am afraid, if it is a scorpion, centipede like animals, I would poison , and it really hurts! I think such a natural tension, and that thing had climbed to my knees, it frightened me after the sting me, I suddenly sat up pain, I guess it is being stung a little, I simply dealt with it, because a unified switch off lights, no way to turn on the light, I endured the pain to sleep, and even sleep in the morning so, and then go to class! wait until the second class after class, I decided to go to accommodation to see what happens! opened a quilt for a Look, that bees even still, I'm afraid that, it stung me, and suddenly threw himself to the side of the bed! so for a while, it seemed nothing happened, I just close it again carefully , shot down with a book once, it was made into a meat pie! I looked at the wound, heart bitterly, and I never mess with who, how it will hit me?! This is the first between me and the bees a misunderstanding!
time over two years, I went to a high four, I am most busy year study time,UGG bailey button, I have to go to college, the highest goal is to focus on college! However, I still did not think I will again be Bees misunderstanding! day, night self-study preparation time, I was sitting in the seat and the students speak, suddenly the back of my neck was a bit hit any flying objects, and then felt a sharp pain hit! I let the students see me right away He said that I am a little bee sting! his hand to squeeze out the stinger, I feel much better, but still with some pain, and swollen muscles! I am not understand, how good will a bee sting, and so many people, but why to sting me? bird flew to the accident of the bees do not know where to go, but it will soon die!
looking wound on his arm, has left a red and black points, the swelling has disappeared, the mood is very complex, very worried that once a bee sting, and that I was once again the pain, but it die! I will be very careful, and bees do not re- misunderstood, but how can I tell bees? they are always very busy! hope that they will not be lost, because only they did not feel nervous at home!
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