While swimming . . .

Last summer, in my dotage, I went in search of the perfect orthopedic swimsuit.  You know the type . . . the wonder of spandex making you two sizes smaller . . . holding in body parts that did not exist ten years ago . . . and most importantly, lifting and rendering immobile the bosom.

Today, while in my swimming pool in the coveted orthopedic swimsuit, which by the way is WAY CUTE, I was reminded of my discovery last summer, that this swimsuit is not only a supporting device, it is also a flotation device.  I kid you not.  I can literally lay on my back and float for hours without moving, as if on a raft . . . or maybe it is the extra body fat.

 Whatever.

Suddenly I felt a tickling on my neck.  Not moving from my floating position, I reached to my neck and my finger exploded in fiery pain!  There in my finger was a bee stinger and floating in the pool was the terrorist, hopefully writhing in as much pain as I was.  So I did what you would do.  I screamed to the hubby, who was dutifully cleaning the freezer and he brought out ice and squished the little bee with Army precision.  My finger hurt all day.  Severely.

Later in the evening I went out to net the pool.  Upon seeing me, hubby asked if I had removed any more bees from the pool.  I replied, yes, but not until I held them under water with the net and drowned them.  I used to rescue them.