So I actually get out on the Quartz Trail for the first time ever. I take the kids, water bottles, cameras, a stuffed monkey (very important), a walking stick. I'm all set! We collect rocks -- mostly quartz. Big surprise. It's time to head back to the parking lot ... almost there ... when
I'm stung repeatedly. The kids are fine, except for their bug-eyed looks as mommy screams, weeps and pulls stingers out of her face and arm. Yes, face. I got a welt the size of a walnut on my right temple. Somehow I made it to the parking lot (bees following me), into the car (phew, no bees!) and home.
Seth says the bees did it because I look like a flower. Awww. He also says he's pretty sure I broke the speed limit coming home and that's bad. Meh. My husband says the bees were likely the hybrid Africanized kind and I must've done something to piss them off. Yea, me and the bees. It's personal.