Tongue Tied ( For a moment anyway)

Another biking hazard besides Suburban Assault Vehicle drivers texting angry messages to dog sitters. The hazard is a wasp in the mouth. I was biking home from a family wedding and turned to tell my beloved how much I enjoyed the event, when gag. A crispy winged something flew onto my tongue. I spit it out but not before it buried his stinger in the right side of my tongue which began to swell until it felt like someone had slit it and had sewn a marble into it. I biked on home and made a banana smoothie...the long hallowed, cold treatment. It worked. The marble is now an English pea.