16rd in A Nice Dream On Elm Street

I got stung by a fuckin bee yesterday, man. Haven’t had that happen since like elementary school. One of the walkways at Art’s apartment complex has a beehive near it because there are bees buzzing back and forth across it all the time.
It’s the quickest way out to where I park and the past few times it hasn’t been so bad.
I thought I’d made it through unscathed and then BAM (but not like Emeril) I feel this little hot needle stinging into me just above my ankle and I look down and the fucker is stinging me through my sock. The fuck, bees?