Son of a bee sting

Hi there!
Ok so the other day I went road tripping around the Far North. I went over the Rawene ferry, saw the memorial Opo the Dolphon sculpture in Opononi, and ate lunch at a hotel in Omapare.
Ah, it was a very good day.
Unfortunately during all this I was trying to nurse my poor swollen finger back to health as I got stung by a bee before travelling over on the ferry.
How did I get stung by a bee? You may be asking.
Well I was walking under a tree and felt something drop into my hair.
I reached up and took it off, thinking it must have been leaves or something. When I looked down, I registered that it was a bee, but before I could take the necessary action to stop myself from getting stung, BAYAM! I got stung.
It hurt more than that the 6 times I got my ears pierced. And I think thats saying something.
I haven't had a bee sting for a long time. I can't remember the last time it happened. I must have been 14 or 15.
I don't know why but I had it in my head that because I'm 20, I won't, I CAN'T get stung by a bee.
I'm an adult after all.
But when it happened, there was no crying and running around. All the drama of bee stings that I had experienced as a child weren't there. Yes, I had a bee sting. Yes, it hurt a lot. But all I could do was make a few frustrated comments: "Son of a bee sting!" and hold my finger in a container of ice for an hour.
This whole scenario has shown me that I must be maturing, because I managed the bee sting situation without any screaming and whinging, which is pretty amazing considering the way I used to react.
I am very much hoping I don't get another bee sting for a few years because they aren't fun.
MY FINGER IS STILL ITCHY! But I am dealing with it.
See Mum, I AM growing up? (Meanwhile, I am currently watching Hannah Montana)
No one ever said it was gonna happen all at once.
Ciao!