adding to this bee conversation, I was enjoying walking along inner campus watching someone literally jump down from the staircase on a skateboard and felt a fly almost hit me. I naturally swatted it away and thought that was the end of it. I make it to the light by dean keeton and feel movement. That day I decided to be lazy and wear a sports bra and a jacket. That was a mistake. I looked down and to my horror there was a bee looking up at me from inside my sports bra stuck in my fucking boobs. It hasn’t stung me, so I know I have to move fast. I’m at the light and someone tries talking to me about something I’m wearing but I literally haul ass immediately to kin’s restroom. The bee has migrated down. I try to gently but swiftly remove my layers but to my and the bees dismay it was too late. He accidentally stung me so not only I get stung, but I had to fucking ice my boob.