|not the greatest photo but i took it. all will be explained.|
Ever since I refused entry to those three bees my pod has been having terrible trouble with the creatures. The day after it rained K was stung on the hand. The next day Mudd came shooting up the stairs and jumped straight onto my lap. He had a stinger in his lip. The dumb fucker tried to eat one.
And the icing on the cake? Last night I was walking around, checking out the garden and I felt a prick and a BURN on the bottom of my naked foot. Damn, those stings burn and ache and hurt. I'm swollen and have to spend the rest of the week walking around on a bee sting on the arch of my foot. Boo. Oh, yeah. My other foot has glass stuck in it.
One foot full of glass, one foot full of venom. Shoot, that might be a good title for a book.