Sting Like A Bee

We visited our parents' graves yesterday at the Kennesaw Mountain Memorial Cemetery.  While there with a wet one I cleaned the birdshit off the memorial seat dedicated to the memory of my  late cousin Alice Hunter Sternagle.

While cleaning one, maybe two wasps or hornets attacked my left arm.  I was stung on my pinky finger and near my elbow, almost simultaneously.

I have not been stung in years.  I remember the constant soreness and swelling was more painful than the sting.

This time it was reversed.  The sting was the most painful part.