5th season has arrived...

My Dear Void. Do you know what season it is here? No? Let me tell you. Its bee-season. Every day for the past week, Im dealing with bees and wasps who come to my room, uninvited, though the window and refuse to leave. Like some people who invite themselves over, stay for far too long and give exeptionally bad excuses not to leave.

Something happened to me today, something that hasnt happened over 10 years, if I may say so. Believe it or not, my Dear Void, I was stung by a bee. Yes. A real bee, one of those chubby bumblebees. And all I can think about is that I hope it didnt die because of it. 

And it happened when I was at home, getting my things together to go out to run some errands. I grabbed my fan from the windowsill and felt the sharp prick on my finger. At first I thought it was a splinter (since the core of the fan is made of wood) but then I turned the fan over and there it was, bumblebee who had somehow got stuck to my fan. My finger was pulsating in pain while I carefully tapped the fan against the windowframe for the bee to get free. 

I still went out, because I had to get few things from the centre. Through all this time, I felt my finger swell and my fingertip to go rock-hard and completely numb. I was afraid to look at it, because it felt twice the size of other fingers (and I believe it was). It reminded me of the time when I was around 4-5 years old and I was running barefeet among blooming clovers and accidentally stepped on a bee. The whole sole of my small foot swell up so much and turned rock hard, just like my fingertip.

Thankfully Im not one of those people who will have an anaphylactic shock when they get stung by bees. 

By the time I got home, my finger felt better, though its still visually bigger than the others and still painful. 

Its late afternoon here and Im enjoying the rest of my Sunday, tomorrow will be a busy day for me but for now I will commit myself completely to laying in bed and watching the clouds float by.