Normally the bees and I have worked out an exchange of etiquette that goes something like this:
1. The bee (I used that term loosely, it could be a yellow jacket, a wasp, a honey bee, a bumble bee, etc.) hits my face or body.
2. The bee politely excuses itself. Oh excuse me, I didn't see you there.
3. I excuse myself. No, pardon me, I didn't mean to intrude.
4. The bee and I exchanges brief pleasantries in a British accent. Quite alright, quite alright. Lovely weather we're having today, yes? Oh my yes, quite lovely. I'm so sorry to have bumped into you so rudely. Here is my card if you need anything. Thank you very much, You have a smashing day now, no pun intended. Ha ha, a witty one you are. Yes you have a jolly good day yourself.
5. Then the bee flies on it's way and I go about on mine. Neither of us are injured, just a bit shook up.
But yesterday the bee I rear-ended with my face had no time for such silliness. In fact, I suspect that the bee happened to be flying the same direction we were and we just overcame it, causing it's stinger to go directly into my face causing shock, pain and panic for both parties.
We hit each other so hard I barely had time to see the bright yellow stripes of its yellow jacket before it went careening off to the side and crash landed in parts unknown. It hurt like the dickens.
Normally, my face looks like this:
Occasionally, my face looks like this:
But this morning....my face looked like this:
I am smiling with both sides of my mouth, but the left side of my face was puffed to capacity and did not allow any room for upward movement of my lips. My left nostril was also swollen which pushed my nose askew to the right. My top lip was swelled up too. If you think this is acceptable, scroll back to the first picture. Then come back down here. Then laugh heartily because I sure did when I looked in the mirror this morning.