I was stung by a bee a few days ago. My dear mother was hopping mad, blaming anyone in range. I read somewhere, though, that in ancient folk-lore, a bee sting was considered a blessing. I try to remember that, and the sacrifice of the little creatures life, when I tend to the hot, angry itching flesh on my shin. Surely there is a lesson in that somewhere, though I can't for the life of me imagine what it is.
UPDATE
This link had some interesting/though-provoking commentary about the potential blessing of bee-stings.
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