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The first time I was stung, I was eating cracker jacks and drinking soda from a can. I went to swallow some pop and felt what I thought was a piece of a cracker jack that had fallen into my pop, so I moved it around to spit it out. Lo and behold, it was a bee, and nailed my lip on the way out.
I got stung by a wasp the other day. Someone left the screen door open, and when I walked back to my room I thought I saw something on my shirt so I brushed at it, and it was gone. A couple minutes later, I feel something crawling on my hand, then a sting. I bat it off of me and go into the kitchen to see if the stinger was stuck in me. It wasn't, but the wasp started crawling on my neck, so I swatted it to the ground and stomped on it.
Half of my uncles on my dad's side of the family are deadly allergic to bees, so each time I've been stung my mom's panicked. Fortunately, I didn't get that gene.
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