In 2011, my mother moved in with us (long story involving a meth head setting fire to her apartment building) a couple months after we moved to Arizona. I had been itching to see Tombstone after having seen a couple of ghost towns in the area. So I took her with and we had a fun day trip, until probably the last hour of the day. I had a bottle of Sasparilla I had been sipping from, and a bee fell in when I wasn’t looking. I wound up getting stung in the roof of my mouth, and had to pay a visit to a doctor close by to have the stinger removed. Then we headed back and finished our activities. All in all, it was still a great day.