Blake Lively "Attacked" by Bees Day Before 27th Birthday, Says It "Hurt Like Hell!"

Get the funny scoop on the actress' unfortunate incident

By Brett Malec Aug 28, 2014 7:41 PMTags
Blake Lively, Birthday, PreserveCourtesy: Kathryn Barnard/Preserve

It sounds like Blake Lively had a painful 27th birthday!

Earlier this week, one day before the gorgeous actress turned 27, Lively had an unfortunate encounter with a swarm of bees during a shoot for her lifestyle website Preserve.

Lively recounted the event on her site, writing, "Just yesterday, the final day of the shoot, I felt an electric shock of energy—was it excitement that I was about to turn another year older? Was it nerves? Why did it feel like agony? I like getting older...I think. But this felt terrible. Does your butt quite suddenly (and painfully) deflate when you turn 27? Because mine hurt like hell...then my neck, back, legs and forehead. And oh my hands! They were shriveling. It felt like I was being shot by dozens of tiny invisible darts. I felt like the Wicked Witch, melting, melting, burning, melting."

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"As it happens, I wasn't being greeted by the onset of spontaneous aging, but rather a full-fledged bee day. Attacked. All over. Everywhere," Ryan Reynolds' wife added. "What I DO know, is that just moments before we were in the midst of a gorgeous fall fashion shoot. Now, I was a Monty Python sketch; running at top speed in no particular direction, whipping my arms and hands around like I'd just discovered they were growing out of my shoulders without my previous knowledge. There was a terrible sound piercing the air too...I was later informed this sound had emanated from my very own mouth. I'd prefer to never hear it again. Along with everybody else on the East Coast. I was shaken. I was swollen. I had to stop what I was doing to recuperate and/or shrink."

Lively decided to cheer herself up by making a homemade b-day cake out of a hot fudge basin, a vanilla cake and plenty of sprinkles and candles.

"It wasn't until I covered the counters in coordinating candy sprinkles that I stopped to acknowledge: my butt will deflate more and more, my hands will shrivel and permanently prune, but I will never, ever grow up," she wrote. "It took a swarm of bees to remind me that a b-day is nothing but a number. Each day I choose my age. Today it's 27, going on 2. How old will you bee today?"