I am excited to report that I am no longer a virgin of the bee sting. Saturday morning, at approximately 7:24am, I was stung by a wasp.
The funny part: I was raised in the dead of nature, with two brothers who basically played with bees. I was stung for the first time, on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, in a fifth floor of a walkup. By a WASP. Get it? wasp. get it?