Arboretum, Jamacia Plain

Today we decided to have a picnic in the Arboretum in Jamaica Plain with Chat the cat. We brought our frigin cat to a picnic. How lame are we?
But as Michelle's gopher title duties called, had to do a couple errands for Michelle's work first. Going to Formaggio and Super 88 in the South End to pick up cheese and produce. By the time we got to the Arboretum, it was almost 5:00 and I was starving. Michelle had gotten her cheese and baguet, and I had nothing. So a stop at a buritto shop in Jp, sealed the deal and we were off to our picnic.

Shortly after entering the park, Chat had a seizure. I got stung by a bee on my ass. I have no idea how a bee got into my pants and stung me in the ass. More on the bee later. As for the seizure Chat had, it kind of freaked Michelle and I out. As I was carry Chat in his new tent we got for him for purposes such as these, I started feeling a rustle and scratching in side the tent. My first thought was that Chat was trying to bust out. I told michelle to check on him. Chat was having a seizure. WTF. I thought. I dropped everthing I was carrying and gently put his tent down. Michelle unzipped the tent and took him out of the tent. By this time he had nearly finished his seizure, and slowly became aware of what was going on and where he was. He was meowing/crying like mad for a little while. I think he was a little freaked. His hind legs were still limp and Michelle carried him off the path we were on and into the grass. His seizure lasted about a minute but it seemed like 10 minutes. Michelle chilled with Chat as he was recovering. I went walking around to scope out a place to have our picnic after deciding that Chat would be okay. This is where the bee comes in. I returned to Michelle and Chat and told Michelle that there was an open clearing surrounded by trees and away from the path and people. There was also a garden nearby, but a wedding party was there and I thought we should stay away from it.

Thats, when it happened. The stupid bee. The first sting felt like a needle had peirced me on the outside of my left leg high near my waist. Ow! what the frig. Something either just bit me or stung me. I swatted my pants, and a second sting. Ouch! this time it was on my ass. I told Michelle to grab the towel we brought to laydown on and wrap it around me, because I was dropping my drawers. I dropped my jeans to my knees and thats when the frigin bee decided to crawl out of my pants and fly away. It was a jellow jacket. Not like the honey bee, where they die after they sting you as their stingers are ripped from their abdomen. The jellow jacket is capable of multiple attacks. I opted not to kill it because these things can sense their wounded or casualties from a mile away and its not too long that an army of them comes flying in on a search and rescue mission that eventually turns into a seek and destroy operation.

When the champagne and beer was dried up and my steak fajita burrito destroyed, we packed up and headed out. Packed Chat's tent and decided to walk him on his harness and leash. That was a funny sight: Chat on a leash.