That time I was attacked by a bee and lived to tell about it

Night was beginning to draw close. I had just spent the day unplugged and spent the day doing the things we did back in the 80’s and 90’s. Namely reading things on actual paper. I read a lot all day long and closed my book. Since I was outside, I thought it would be a good time to just sit and enjoy the sounds of the neighborhood a little bit. I sat in a lawn chair behind our tree that used to be a bush. It kept me somewhat hidden from the neighbors and gave the illusion of isolation.   I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of a summer evening. The lawn mower in the distance. People walking their dogs. The breeze in the trees. And then…the buzz of a bee.

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