Poor Houston can't win for losing.

I was in the powder room today and Houston came and knocked on the door as I was washing my hands. He said " Ow, my face." It was really red. I knew I had no heard him fall so I asked what did you hit it on? Did you fall etc. He told me " No, fall!" I was inspecting checking his pupils thinking maybe he had a a small seizure and whacked himself...I wasn't sure.It was already a little swollen.

Until I came into the living room and found a yellow jacket. Gave him his high dose antihistimine and all is good again. I feel so bad for him though. Talk about a bad week.