(08-15-2023, 10:51 AM)Snarl Wrote:(08-15-2023, 06:54 AM)Schmoe Wrote: I'm good for one sting every summer. It's been a yellowjacket every. fucking. time.
Today at work, I had my arms up, setting up a machine, and one flew right into my sleeve. I didn't even feel it until I put my arm down, and I thought, huh, maybe a metal splinter got stuck in my shirt, and then my arm was on fire.
I naturally slapped the shit out of my arm, and out tumbles fuckface onto the floor where it was enthusiastically stomped.
The weird thing is, each time the sting has felt different. A few summers ago I was up a ladder, and one landed on my elbow, and of course stung me. It felt electric, like somebody dropped a stun gun onto my arm for a split second. It left a welt, but the pain was gone in a half hour.
Last summer, one tagged my leg, and it felt like somebody flicked a cigarette cherry onto my leg. It burned for 20 minutes, and was gone.
Today, this one got me good. This one felt like somebody tossed a staple remover into a fire for a minute, took it out, and pinched my arm. This was now 8 hours ago and it's still throbbing slightly. Maybe it's because of where it got me. Inside of my arm, 2 inches above my armpit. That's tender.
Anyway, fuck yellowjackets.
I ought'a invite you by for a beer.
I'll take one, thanks. The throbbing was gone when I woke up today. That prick won the battle, but lost the war. Why can't they just have my attitude of "don't start none, won't be none?"
I should also mention that the bastard that tagged my leg last year, there was a nest of them. I had to walk by it if I didn't want to divert my route by a half mile, and did so every day, incident-free, until the 30th time I walked by it, I guess one woke up and decided it was gonna be a dick that day. Or maybe somebody else walked by it and riled them up somehow.
Not making excuses for them, still, fuck yellowjackets
