Was just sitting out on our front porch with DH, discussing plans to put a screened in porch on the back of our house. I had a cup of warm (not hot) tea with lemon and sugar sitting on the table, and reached down and took a swig - but felt something solid and immediately spat it out on the porch floor, at which point I recognized a honeybee. AND realized that the stinger was lodged in the roof of my mouth on the hard palate just behind my front teeth. Not wanting to push my tongue against the stinger again in case it caused more venom to squeeze out, I'm talking to DH - who obviously noticed I spat the tea out on the floor and is looking at me quizzically. "Oooh - uh, I have a hinger in my mow!" (Pointing frantically at my open mouth and drooling) DH says "What??" I say "My ea - haa a bee in it. It ung me in the oof of my mow!" (Pointing at expiring bee on floor) DH squints at me and I say "Bee inger in my mow!!!" Suddenly he gets it - and takes off his glasses so he can see the roof of my mouth and sees the stinger. I tell him to scrape it out not pull it, and he looks at his freshly trimmed fingernails, then as if a light bulb goes on, jumps up and unsheaths his six inch bladed hunting knife and approaches my mouth. My eyes open wide in terror and I say "At scaow me awmo aa muh!" But I close my eyes, and with a painless and gentle flick he removes the stinger. Whew - now I can talk normally again. And I want to cry... but it isn't really swelling much and doesn't hurt as bad as I would have expected, but my front teeth and nose feel a little bit weird. I went and got ice chips to hold against it and reckon I'll be fine in a couple of hours. I'm just glad it wasn't DH - when fireants and mosquitoes bite him he tends to have more swelling than most folks.