Bees were such a terrifying menace when I was a kid. It seems like I had some sort of encounter with them daily over the summer. Now that I’m a pasty white ghostly shut-in of a cartoonist they are rarely an issue.
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I’ve rarely been stung in my life but fortunately I don’t have much of a reaction besides the brief moment of shock and pain. My wife on the other hand gets huge welts from mosquito bites. A bee sting looks like she was hit with a flaming baseball at 90 miles an hour. Seriously, that was a bee sting. How would I even throw the ball after it was on fire. Think about it before you say such a thing.
Today’s Biff has one last sip.
Bees were one of the most frightening things that I frequently came across as a child. Sure there were bears and tigers and dinosaurs in the world but none of them actually lived in my neighborhood. I was once chased all around my backyard by a bee while I was wearing a black and yellow striped shirt. I was convinced the shirt was to blame and never wore it again.
Today’s Biff is served.
We had a couple car travelling bingo games bouncing around the back seat when I was a kid. One had different types of vehicles: police car, pickup truck, station wagon. The other was state license plates. The vehicle type one could be over in just a few minutes in heavy traffic. The license plate game usually lasted the whole trip with nobody winning.