Personal Narrative: The Stumped Bees

The Stumped Bees When I was in first grade my entire class went on a field trip to Bee City Honeybee Farm, Petting Zoo, and Nature Center. On that field trip, we learned a lot about bees, (though now that I’m older, I recall just about one thing from that entire trip) and other animals. This particular event happened during lunch time. Some of my classmates had finished eating, and one in particular, Nick, had decided to play with some of his friends around a tree stump. Nick, being the troublemaker that he was, decided to mess around with the tree stump itself. He kicked it, and his buddies laughed. They all started to mess around with it. Well, unknown to Nick and his friends, there was a bee’s nest in there. As fate would have it, them
kicking the stump managed to piss off every single bee in the nest. Unfortunately, my class had not known what to do about pissed off bees, so they started running around and screaming like, well, like little kids. I still admire the fact that I was the only one who had any clue what to do. Out of the thirty or so kids in my entire class, I was the only one who did not get stung. At least three bees landed on me, and I held as still as I could. One of the bees even landed on my nose. I was absolutely terrified, yet I figured if I just held still, the bees would go away. We all went inside, and the teacher asked me at least two or three times, if I was absolutely certain that I didn’t get stung. She even checked a couple of times. After everyone was settled down, they taught us a trick on how to get the stingers out, but unfortunately for me, I just cannot remember what that trick was. I do recall that it had something to do with mud, but that’s about it.