Bee Drinking

Once, during an Indian Princess camping trip, you know who drank a bee.

That is, she was drinking a Dr. Pepper (what else is there in Texas, right?) from a can and learned the hard way that the bee was sharing the sweet nectar from Jerusalem on the Brazos.

The bee stung her on the tongue, and she immediately spewed a stream of dp and bee across the full length of the picnic table into the face of a fellow princess.

The recipient was startled at first, but in the true resilient spirit of an eleven year old, and to the complete delight of her companions, she returned fire by spewing a similar stream back at her.

Her aim was not true. She missed and hit instead one of the fathers.

Well one thing led to another, and you can imagine the resulting bedlam. Seven princesses from every corner of the picnic table screaming and spewing soft drink at each other--Seven fathers acting out the "duck and cover" routine we all learned in school (for nuclear war). Spewing led to tossing and ultimately to at least one full immersion baptism using the melted contents of the ice chest. By the end of the engagement, everyone was fully doused.

Once order was restored, the Indian Princesses dutifully cleaned the picnic table and we watched for an bee-allergic reaction, just in case. There was none, but to this day that Princess will not drink dp from a can.

And yes, the bee survived (I think he said something about moving to Chicago).

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