Ok, this isn't a long drawn out saga but for a few moments today caused quite the adventure. I was just near the crest of a winding killer hill, actually begging my body to keep going so I wouldn't have to just get off and walk the darn bike up (headwind, and 16 miles of climbing in 93 degree heat had done me in) when I got this small bee in bra. I felt a thunk, then a sting. It didn't register until I rubbed the stinging part of my boob, rolled the bee around to now the bottom part of my boob for another sting. Just as I lifted my shirt and bra to roll the nasty little beast out of my bra a semi truck passes me on the road. I can only hope he didn't see my 36Bee stung boob!

But hey! I crested the hill without getting off my bike. My boob stung all the way home. So, yet another thing to pack in my handlebar bag, a little tube of benadryl cream or maybe some camphophenique!