Attacks

The first attack came at dawn, a sudden thrust at my head, but this initial foray was quickly crushed. The second attack came by night a few days later, and this time they were much sneakier, the blitz from below, striking deeply and leaving wounds for a week. The third strike again came in the morning light - the enemy, bolstered by previous success, lead a full frontal assault, with all their might and power. The end result: their End left in my forehead. I immediately stopped and shook the attacker out of my helmet and finished the remaining miles to work. In the mirror, i saw the remnants of their assault - a full 4 millimeters of stinger in my skin, half their rear, and what i will assume is their poison sac, fully depleted, having run through my veins the past 5 miles:


bee stinger i pulled from my forehead, on a Czech 50 koruna for scale


closeup of same