So, next time a bee stinger gets lodged under your skin, remember: you have survived every bad thing life has thrown at you, from a bee sting to a hangnail. This is just another story for the campfire. You’ll hobble inside, apply some baking soda paste (or just stubbornly stare at the welt), and mutter, “You’re not so tough, little guy.” And it will itch for three days anyway. Life finds a way.
And hey, at least it wasn’t a hornet. Those things are basically fighter jets with grudges. Consider this a minor victory, a battle scar from a tiny, garden-weight dragon. Now go eat a cookie. You earned it.
— Written by someone who currently has a red lump on his wrist and zero regrets.
