I got stung by a yellow jacket on my leg while I was mowing today. I thought it was inside my pants and I was about a hair’s breadth away from tearing them off and running willy-nilly in my underpants to the house. The only thing that stopped me was my fear of being stung more (I could care less about the neighbors). Lee came to see what I was crying about (yeah I’m a girlie wimp) as he thought I had run over my foot with the mower. He assessed there were no bees in my pants, so I belted them back up and limped my way pitifully back to the house.
I’ve read that baking soda can ease bee stings. (I have a book that insists that baking soda cures everything.) It didn’t seem to do anything for me, other than made it awkward to scratch.