Bless you, Burt.

It is true what they say, you learn something new every day and today was no exception to the phrase for this girl. Long story short, I managed to trap a bumble bee in my skirt on the walk home from my clinical (Swedish WIC clinic. wonderful, national not-for-profit supplemental nutrition program for women, infants and children in need) rotation. my guess is that the poor little guy (i will call him Burt) flew up my grass green threads thinking it was something potentially pollinated and amidst the choas that was my gate, he took shelter up top. It wasn't until I sat down to drive that I felt the wrath of his little stinger. Confused as all get out I frantically start swatting a search for a spider, a beetle, a random itch weed, anything that could have migrated its way up to bite or sting and nothing was to be found. It's all such a blur now but I would say after a solid 30 seconds of searching, the stinging had subsided enough for me to drive home. With the fanciful tunes of Lisa Hannigan (lovely Irish singer/songwriter. saw her in concert with J.Mraz last fall. great performer.) to distract and keep me company, I made it home. Upon climbing out of the car, I turn to grab my things and who do you suppose I find lying, helplessly taking his last breaths on my seat? Nobody but little Burt himself. His tiny wings clearly squished by yours truly, which must have felt like no less than the weight of the world crushing in on him when I sat. I can't even imagine...Needless to say, my inner-thighs will be just fine. I only wish I could say the same for Burt. Moral of the story kids? Always check our clothes for flying insect friends that mistakenly take them for flowers.