I got stung by one of my bees last Saturday. Ouch. It really hurt. It made me hurry to finish the hive inspection.
The bee stung me on my ankle through a thin sock. I tuck my pants into my socks because I once had bees trying to climb up my leg. (That was when I installed my packages on a cold rainy day this spring. The bees were all over me then, but not up to stinging – fortunately for me.)
My ankle hurt quite bad for a day, then itched really bad for two days. It didn’t really swell much. I hope I don’t develop an allergy. I’ve had a bunch of bee stings before, so I don’t think I will.
From now on, I’ll wear my plastic boots to protect my ankles. I don’t think I’m ever going to be one of those cool bee keepers who goes bear handed and without protection.
I did know that my bees were annoyed with me before the sting. My smoke kept running out and it was taking me a very long time to inspect the whole hive. It seems there’s a balance for inspections between moving slow and getting the job over with. Especially with a jam packed hive of bees.