And for the second time this spring... stung again! Right over the eyebrow, so painful it made my eyes water. Stop suiciding on me, you evil little pollen-packing PIPSQUEAKS! I will mess your sh** up, I will burn your hive to the ground!
Gah. If only my threats weren't so empty.
Oh, and... I may have begun a ficlet out there.
Bike path climate: fuzzy (cottonwood trees)
Temperature: upper 70s
Wind: none :D:D:D
