I thought I had a stash of maxims at the ready, but on madly hunting through my studio, I found that I've only got a few line drawings awaiting their paint. I will wing one up here for those early-risers among you, then stealthily sneak back in to substitute the colourized version anon (where is Ted Turner when we need him?!)
Up until that fateful day of the church picnic, Selma had not realized that she was allergic to bee stings.
If a bee stings you once, it's the bee's fault; if a bee stings you twice, it's your own fault.
(so carry an epi-pen with you, or a big bottle of Benadryl!)