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Probably a good thing your tongue didn't swell up, or the cops might have thought you were blitzed trying to talk with a mouth full of tongue.Man, you brought back a memory. Years ago, I'd driven over to the Chatooga River, border of GA and SC, and we'd planned a combo raft/kayak trip. My BIL had flown down from NJ with his son. We were going to drive back to HSV after the trip. At the takeout, I'd cracked a beer and set it down on the hood of the car while I was loading up the boats. When I picked it up and took a swallow, there was something fuzzy in my mouth and the taste of novocaine flooded my mouth and there was a dull pain on the bottom right of my tongue. I spit out a yellow jacket. I drove the six hours back to HSV, while all my mates slept soundly as I cursed them. We got stopped by the cops in Hayesville, NC, while they spent 45 minutes checking our identities, etc. I'm sure we looked suspicious, with five kayaks on top a Mercedes, everyone but the driver asleep, driving from the direction of a prime whitewater river. I didn't swell, and a couple of Advil killed the dull pain. I'd add a caveat, though. The less swelling and local reaction one has to bee stings, etc., the more at risk one is of a life-threatening anaphylactic shock reaction - and vice versa...