There are a number of stories from my familys first camping trip in Scotland for just the four of us. Here is one: We were staying at a site in Loch Lomond and The Trassachs National Park. One day we ventured out to a place called Loch Lomond Shores where they have fun things to do for families. G and I decided to play mini golf while N and D hit the paddle boats. So as I was lining up for my second shot on hole number 3, I felt an intense sting just below my back left waste line, (i forgot my belt and my jeans were a tad low). I was stung by a bee! So I dropped my putter and smacked where it stung really hard. Definitely killed it! Or so I thought... But when I turned around and saw no bee behind me on the ground I said, Where is the bee? Next thing I know I feel something small trying to fly/crawl around inside my jeans! I proceed to yell loudly that there is a bee in my pants as I smack every part below my waste as hard as I can while jumping up and down and spinning around. Meanwhile, G starts busting out laughing and running around up and down the putt-putt hole... just laughing and running hysterically. Everything was a blur. I was 3 seconds from pulling my jeans all the way off. Scottish kids and parents all around and I didnt care. But thankfully after at least two dozen smacks and spins, I shook my left jean leg out and out fell a tiny bee. G was laughing uncontrollably as I flattened that sucker to death on the pristine carpet of the putt-putt course. G then said, while laughing wildly,Oh dad! You will never live this down! #memories #itreallyhurt #peoplewerewatching
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 19:06:29 +0000
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