most things don't instantly turn me into a lunatic.
but let a bee buzz within three feet on me and you might just as well drop me on a pit of red hot coals.
don’t know why?
not even allergic to the stings.
it’s one of those things i guess.
the affliction is so bad that once i cut a little yellow jacket in two with one mighty blow of a hand sickle, except he was resting my left forearm at the time.
but the little bastard never got a sting off.
i learned him good.
and surprisingly, after the stitches were removed, the ensuing four inch gash pretty much healed completely in less than a week and a half.
so if there is any good to all this, it's that i have better than average sickle swinging and gash healing skills.