When I was a child and my mother would abandon me at the pool, bad things would happen. (And yet, she kept on leaving me...sometime I'll tell you about the time they tried to ditch me in San Diego.)
The first time I was stung by a bee it wasn't even the bees fault. I stepped on it. I'm sure the bee was not happy, but having a stinger in the bottom of my foot made me, poor abandoned me, hysterical.
One of the kind teenage lifeguards took me into their staff room and gave me a cherry 7up while he called my mom.
I never really drink 7up, much less cherry flavored, but I bought some the other day and it is like a soothing tonic. I'm drinking some right now and it's fantastically calming.
Funny how those childhood experiences stay with us.