A bee's stinger in my throat

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After stair-climbing this morning - on actual stone steps leading way up from the beach, not the electronic machine with the revolving platform - I was stung in the throat by a bee as I was walking home.

At first it was a flicker of a thump and, instinctively, I swatted at my neck with the hand towel I was carrying. Then the mild sensation of a tiny stinging prick became noticeable. Thinking I was stung by a bee, my eyes combed the surrounding sand for----
A-ha! There it was: a bee; mostly covered (or camouflage) with the sand. I stepped on it for good measure, grinding it apart with the grains of sand.

I don't think I am allergic but, all the same, I consciously breathed in and out and drank more of my Gatorade. At a nearby car I stopped to use its tinted window as a mirror. Faintly, I noticed a light-colored speck around the area of the pinch. Was it just sand? My fingers were useless...maybe it was nothing more than a stubborn grain of sand and my imagination getting the best of me. Then I used the hand towel as a grip and realized my reflection was now free of the speck. I looked down at the towel. In it was a tiny, ever so teeny-tiny, stinger. Hot damn I got it!

I mindfully carried the towel home, washed my neck with soap and water, and then taped the stinger in my journal book with a account of the morning's event. Me? I feel fine.