The last sting-of-the-year is what I got yesterday. I look a little like Rudolph-the-reindeer except I took it on the chin. I also had the last sting-of-the-year a week ago–or so I thought–when I got stung on the little finger. But at this point, that one simply turned out to be the penultimate sting-of-the-year.
Now, seeing as we still have nine more days left in 2010, I may very well get another last sting-of-the-year, in which case, these other two were not. Follow?
My point is simply this: bees are unpredictable creatures. Unless the year is actually past and gone, there is no way to predict the last sting. The upside of all this is that my bees are still feisty and bold, the colonies are still thriving, and the days are now getting longer. With only three more months until the vernal equinox, can spring be far away?