Because I get such a bad reaction from stings, I've been talking to the little buzzers constantly as I work in the garden: "I know you have your place in the grand scheme of things and do good pollinating work and you know I won't hurt you, so please, please, please don't hurt me."
This worked until last Friday when I was picking pickling cucumbers. I even had gloves on (which I hate to wear in the garden) when I got zapped on the middle finger of my right (of course) hand.
This guy is no doubt a close family member
of the one that got me.
But I was down and out for only a day and a half. Laid out on the couch with an ice pack on my head and an ice pack on my hand. Feeling crummy and fitfully drifting in and out of sleep.
I figure that was my sting for this year, so now I'm home free.
Hear that, you grumpy, ol', unfriendly bumble bees?