Sweet Treatment

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The short one is wheezing and coughing! Pollen dust is everywhere! What’s going on?

According to news flashes from around Carpenter Country, the heavy influx of pollen is due to plants being sexy.

But plants have been reproducing for millennium. Why, in recent times, have people become hypersensitive to a natural occurrence?

Really, it’s hard to picture Mr. and Mrs. Caveman sniffling and hacking as they tried to spear a woolly mammoth. While they were in the middle of a sneezing fit, the beast would most likely have turned on them and trampled their wretched bodies into the ground.

If that happened too many times, none of us would be here. But we are, so that implies our ancient ancestors were allergy free. How did they get that way?

One theory suggests–bees and honey.

Suppose, after the cave dwellers finished their large animal dinner, they longed for something sweet. What would they do? Probably raid the honey pot in their immediate area, thereby boasting their immunity to the pollen cells flying around in the air.

Hmmm–was this tale fact or fiction?

The short one wanted to find out. But she hated the thought of sticking her fingers into a beehive…if it were possible to even find one. So the next best thing was to buy the local product from a nearby beekeeper.

Last week she opened her first jar. This morning her nose quit itching and dripping. Now she’s wondering–would the honey treatment work that quickly?

Stay tuned for further developments and more research.

If this is a cure, what a sweet way to beat sniffling and sneezing.

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