We have a bees' nest under one of our bushes in the front of our yard. The bummer is, the bush is at our front walkway so everytime we go out or come in, we need to walk around so as to avoid the mad rush of bees. I for one just walk right by figuring that if I don't bother them, they won't bother me. Matt and the kids are not so carefree.
Matt had to preach this morning so he left early and was probably in a rush, so instead of walking across our lawn, he just risked it and walked quickly past the bush. Bad move. Before even reaching his car, he realized he had been stung and as he was driving to church, his arm was swelling up. Did I mention that Matt is allergic to bees and as long as I've known him, I've heard him proclaim, "The only good bee is a dead bee!"
After church when I saw him, he showed me his arm and I immediately pulled him over to Steve Bickel - the resident pastor/pharmacist. Treatment required: Benadryl.
When Matt arrived home, his arm was swollen even more and he was finding it extremely difficult not to scratch it. Treatment required: anti-itch cream. Sounds good, right. He found some cream upstairs that he apparently really lathered on - BIG TIME lathered on. It seemed to help. Or, was it all in his head?
My friend Allyson was over and we were all watching The Amazing Race when she slipped into the kitchen for a cookie. When she walked back out, her face was turning a bright pink and she looked like she was holding back laughter. I asked her a few times what was going on and she finally whispered in my ear that the cream Matt was using was this. Of course I cracked up and then told Matt to check out the cream he had been using. He got up, walked into the kitchen and broke out in his deep laughter upon the discovery.