<human>: Can you give me a shortened version of the text?

I am a college student, and I'm home for the summer. Today, my mom asked me if I could mow the lawn. "Sure!" I replied enthusiastically. I proceeded to walk outside in just athletic shorts and shoes, deciding against a shirt due to the southern summer heat. We keep our lawnmower in a small shed behind our house. I pulled out the lawnmower, only to discover that some ants had decided to colonize it. Annoyed, I brushed off as many off as I could, and thanked the Lord that at least they weren't fire ants. I began to push the lawn mower towards the front lawn, when all of a sudden my right shin started to burn. I looked down, and saw about 8-10 bees with their stingers firmly planted in my leg. It dawned on me that I must've rolled over a nest. I quickly scraped the the bees on my leg off with my other foot, and took off running. As luck would have it, a bee decided to plant a stinger in the small of my back, right over my spine. I, being the genius that I am, was of course not wearing a shirt. Now, here I am, starting to doze off because of the Benadryl. I know full well that at the very least, I will have to go retrieve the lawn mower and gas tank from the bee swarm's clutches at some point. Fuck you, insects. Fuck you.
<bot>: Tried to mow my lawn, greeted by an ant colony and attacked by a swarm of bees for my troubles.