I got stung so much as a kid I lost count. I know the first time was a bee and it was between my toes. Last stinging incident involved sitting on a bunch of justifiably angry red ants and was probably ten years ago.(knock wood)

I was stung at least once a summer for much of my child hood. I don't remember when it stopped.

I've been stung an undetermined number of times, plus bitten by ants and spiders. I just saw a show (1000 Ways To Die--TiVo grabbed for me, it wasn't my idea) that cited the mosquito as the most deadly insect, killing 2 million a year, but that's totally cheating, since I bet few people die from the bite itself, but rather the transmitted disease. Not to mention how many millions get bitten every year and don't die--I'd rather gamble on a mosquito bite than a black widow, which only kills 2 people in the US a year.

Thanks for the link, Hec. I feel somehow about it, as we say out here. I think it's hard to capture what's going on.

I'm pretty sure I've mentioned here before that I had over 20 yellowjackets stings from one incident - it did very little to me. But, I've been stung 5 times by scorpions and each of those got progressively worse.

Not to mention how many millions get bitten every year and don't die

Billions get bitten, no? I'd guess billions.

Thanks for the link, Hec. I feel somehow about it, as we say out here. I think it's hard to capture what's going on.

Put it into words you lazy git! "Somehow" subtracts knowing from the situation. Everybody feels something. Don't you know the construction about opinions and assholes? Do you want to capture it anyhow? Or release it? No words is a bad solution. (Sorry, I feel strongly on this.)

Here are my small words: It made me sad and a little teary, and also I felt proud of her. So few options. Small steps. Maybe her coach knows her better than she knows herself. I hope so.

Just little words.

I was nine, and on the playground in NY, when I met someone who was stung by her very first mosquito. She was completely freaking out and losing it (for no real reason other than it's unpleasant), and I couldn't stop staring at her, just befuddled. Since I came from Miami, the land of at least five bites a day, usually hundreds a week if you were my brother, I honestly couldn't fathom why she was making such a huge deal about it. And I even had an uncle die from encephalitis. And when I tried to calm her down, and explain that mosquito bites are no big deal at all, just X it and put some alcohol on it when you go home, she (and the other girls nearby) yelled at me and said I was totally mean and I could not really understand how awful this was for her.

And I was kind of stumped. Because I truly didn't understand why it was so very awful.

because they were overdramatic 9 year old NY girls.

ouchy, msbelle!

I have always felt like a bee wimp, but now with the rose garden we have bees and wasps buzzing around all summer. I think I mentioned the wasp nest on our back porch last summer.

because they were overdramatic 9 year old NY girls.

From Long Island, no less! Yeah, I eventually learned that lesson, but the memory is still so clear because I was so very baffled by her. And her friends.