Bug Out

Well, it happened again!

No, really?

Unbelievably, but yes, it has!

Another stupid wasp sting!

Sheesh - can't even go walking around in one's house without getting stung by some freakin wasp!

I was innocently  having a wonderful time cranking the music and working out a bit, then went to toss something in the trash. On the way back, I stepped on a bit of something, and it was like - what the heck could I have dropped here? Was about to bend down and pick it up when *bzzzzzzt!* YOUWCH DAMMIT! It must've been a dying wasp. The thing was too stupid to get out of the way, and when my foot was right over top of it, it nailed me! Not quite as bad as the one I got in the arm earlier this year, probably just because the skin on the bottom of the foot is quite a bit tougher. Some swelling and more of an itch than actual pain now, but yes the initial sting HURT!

Okay, my good mood has just been turned to a general ticked off feeling - argh! I don't like these things, in fact, I officially hate wasps and wish they would leave me the !@#$ alone! They seriously make my skin crawl! How in the heck can one go most all of their life without one sting, and then within the past 2 or 3 years get that many, and two within a single year?

What did I do to deserve this? What!?

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