STING.
So I got stung on the eyelid yesterday...
Hannah was cutting my hair by the pear tree and we must have been in its flight path. The bee got tangled in Hannah's hair then, frustrated and frantic, attacked me. I had no idea if it stung me or not for a few seconds, but had Hannah look at my eyelid and check for the stinger. And there it was, pumping vigorously.Hannah could probably better explain it, but when a bee stings you it loses its stinger and that stinger is a muscle that continues to pump poison until it runs out or you remove it. I would have liked to have seen this in action, as Hannah said it was pretty amazing, but it was too painful to leave it in until I could find a mirror. I'll be honest, I cussed a little.However, it didn't make yesterday all bad. We shared a delicious breakfast in the morning with our friend Jamie from sustainablekentucky.com who later posted my next fermentation article on Kombucha. We also dug the rest of our sweet potatoes out from under their frosted vines and got them curing. We don't have a particularly warm place to put them so we're pulling my truck into the sun during the day, and loading the cab with the baskets. Then at night, since it's been dipping below 40 degrees already (!), we haul them back inside. Anything to get them to a point in which we can dig in! I miss few things quite like I miss sweet potatoes. Two more weeks...- Jesse.