Beestung

This excitingly two-toned finger is brought to you by a cute little buzzy bee.

When I saw his furry little arse sticking out of my finger yesterday afternoon, I felt sorry for him, having to tear himself in half and die, just for being brave enough to defend himself. Also because bees are nice and make us honey.

I don't feel sorry for him anymore. Because it fucking hurt. All night. And is still hurting. Hich mean I am trying to avoid typing letter that make me ue my left ring finger.

Nasty buzzy little bastards.