The itch is sublime

Here's me driving, driving, driving, whistling "Electioneering," maybe.  Hey, I feel a bug in my shirt.  Do I?  Maybe I imagined it.  Whistle, drive, crane neck at a friendly dog being walked...

ZAP!

Oh, wait, that feeling of a cigarette being put out on my chest...what th'?  Oh!  A bee.

Only hurt noticeably after that for about twenty minutes.  But today, the itching - my Gawd.  All consuming.  Put some cortisone stuff on from our first aid kit here at the office.  Guh.