While scouting out areas to hide the large ammo can, we approached a large tree and, before we even really got there, I felt a pain in my arm. Not sure what got me, but its stinger was left behind as well as the continuing pain even as I type this hours later. My only consolation is that I know it died after doing its duty.
A sting, a devout Marillion fan, and the blue trail.....I guess I know what I am naming this one!
Blue Pain
“And one day as the boy lay sleeping in the sunshine
Of a half remembered afternoon
A cloud of bees with no particular aim, and no brain
Found the boy, decided that his time had come
Came down out of the sky<<br> Stung him in the face
Again and again
Blue pain
Screaming like baptism
Intravenous, Jesus!
Like being chosen
Blue pain from something with no brain
I can't explain
It's happening again
It's happening again”
~Excerpt from, "This Strange Engine" by Marillion