Or bee damned.  Ha.

I just got stung by a bee.  

A bee.  It stung me!  This gardening business is dangerous. 

I planted peas, hoping they would climb the posts of an arbor, on opposite sides of clematis.  They didn’t.  I noticed today that we’ve got peas!  How exciting,  but they are just in a thick lump near the ground, not quite getting the climb up the pole aspect I had envisioned.  So, being the innovative gardener I am, I hammered some nails into the poles, showed the peas, and they will climb.  The first post went brilliantly.  The second post?  Pissed the bees off apparently.  

And I screamed, like a girl.  I haven’t been stung in a long time.  It’s surprising.  And it hurts a lot. 

There is a grey round nest in the clematis.  Yellow jackets?  Wasps?  I don’t know.  I’ve gone to get some spray,  but frankly, I’m a little afraid of them and don’t really want to get close enough to spray them away.