During a fine game of Ultimate on the Mall lawn, our good friend Peter happened to step on a bee while barefoot. It got him right between his 2nd and 3rd toes. Rough stuff. Grimacing, he hobbled over to the edge of the lawn while the rest of us went to work, getting the stinger out rapidly and discussing briefly the best medical treatment. As it was Labor Day, Boynton was closed, forcing us to trade off carrying him back to Frontier from the Mall. It was a hell of a walk, but Peter was a trooper. And there were definitely worse candidates for the sting as far as getting carried back goes.
As I'm writing this, Peter is lying on his futon, sipping on tea, hoping that the benadryl will kick in soon. He'll be fine.
If anyone else asks though, especially if you talk to Basel, he got shot in the foot and we carried him 6 miles with a t-shirt around his foot to stop it from bleeding.
I must also give a shout-out to Daniel, the one CBS kid who was with us who actually got the stinger out.
I must also give a shout-out to Daniel, the one CBS kid who was with us who actually got the stinger out.
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