(except for the first time I found a zonata.)
Anyway, I went out Sunday for a look around. Not much moving but crotalus because everything is dry and warm. Found a charina shed and one massive pittuophis. Big deal. But I flipped the wrong rock and within seconds the air was full of bees. I got nailed about a dozen times before I got clear of them. The problem was that in my haste I'd abandoned my day-pack on the hillside where I got attacked, so I had to go BACK into the swarm to get it. It turned out okay though because they'd settled down some, plus I'd left my sweaty shirt on a rock to keep them occupied.
After a bit of a struggle I made it back to my bike (and an hour back to "civilization."
So, I'm on the freeway at last, hurting like fire but feeling like the experience is behind me and ZING, right on the inside of my knee--seventy miles per hour and one of the little suckers has been in my pants leg the whole time! Funny though, after so many stings already it hardly made me flinch.
Regards.
BAH
