Sunday, August 26, 2007

Bee sting

Over at friends who have been grad students for a long time, but are now expecting their first child.  They have an old shepherd that loves to spring on the kids and bark in their faces.  Then, BB is outside and suddenly begins screaming.  The kind of screaming that sounds like a killing is taking place.  He's holding his crotch and I think something very personal may have torn somehow.  But it's his thumb and he comes running in absolutely, abjectly screaming.  So we cake baking soda on it, band aid it.  He says the blood cells are pulsing in it.  We're done.  Friends are traumatized.  We never do figure out whether it was a sting or not.  Maybe his imaginary cobra friend nipped him with a fang.

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