(Blog 8 as I continue with stories from our trip to St. Kitts.)

When I hear a man preach, I like to see him act as if he were fighting bees. (Quote by – Abraham Lincoln)

Two islands make up what is known as The Federation of St. Kitts and Nevis.  Both islands are formed by the peaks of sleeping volcanos.  St. Kitts is the larger of the two islands, double the size of Nevis.  On one day of our St. Kitts trip we sailed on a catamaran and were able to go ashore on the beaches of Nevis.  Oh my, what a beautiful island!  (More on that in a later blog.)

The beach upon which the catamaran took us had sand that was warm and soft as the lightest brown sugar.  Several bars and restaurants dotted the beach.  We were told of a famous drink, the “Killer Bee” that was served at one particular bar.  Now, I am not a drunk or a heavy drinker of any kind.  One drink is usually enough for me, and two drinks put me to sleep for the night!  Allow me to back up for a moment to our British Virgin Islands trip we took a year ago.  The drink we discovered that year in the Caribbean was called a “Pain Killer.”  Oh it is a lovely drink of rum, pineapple juice, Coco Lopez, orange juice and grated nutmeg.  We were all hoping the Killer Bee would be just as tasty.

All the honey a bee gathers during its lifetime doesn’t sweeten its sting. (Quote by – Italian Proverb)

We found the Killer Bee bar.  We ordered a round of Killer Bees.  I watched as rum, some juice blend, some ‘bitters’, and I’m not sure what else was mixed for us.  One sip and … ehh … not as pacifying as the Pain Killer.  And rather bitter (oh yeah – the ‘bitters’).  Not liking my drink and not wanting to waste my money by throwing it out, I finished it quickly.  Jill did not like hers at all.  I finished Jill’s drink, too.

All the while we lingered at this bar, I kept contemplating this Killer Bee drink.  Were there killer bees on the island?  Oh my.  I was sure that must be the reason for the named drink, although I certainly didn’t want to meet any killer bees.  What other reason would they name a drink like that?

I have since searched on line for the whereabouts of killer bees, aka Africanized Bees.  I cannot find evidence of them being on Nevis.  Hmm?  I drank the drinks, we walked the beach for a while, I felt really numb and rubbery in the legs … and when we stopped to walk around the Four Seasons Hotel, I sort of sunk myself down into a cushioned chair and …. Zzzzz … oh yeah I was buzzed.

Buzzed?  Haha

Like a bee.  Now I get it.  The presence of killer bees was in no way related to this drink.

I got stung!

Sorry folks, but I couldn’t put my bible-spin on this story.  It was just a ‘funny thing that happened on Nevis’ story.  I suppose it could be a lesson of how you should stay away from evil.  You might think that you won’t be affected but if you play with bees, you’re gonna get stung!

Like bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give. (Quote by – Ralph Waldo Emerson)

just Laurel