(08-16-2023, 04:17 PM)quintessentone Wrote:(08-16-2023, 04:15 PM)Schmoe Wrote:(08-16-2023, 03:25 PM)quintessentone 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.
Next time put out a sugary drink which will attract them away from you. I know for a fact they love orange cream soda...it's like narcotics to them. I think I've been stung twice in my very long life, once I accidently stepped bare footed on a bumble bee...my fault. Second was at an outdoor party where the yellow jackets seemed to prefer my area for some reason...I was stung on the thigh and the promptly left the party.
That could work, but then you're also giving them something to defend.
My wife only got stung once in her life, and just like you, it was the bottom of her foot as she walked across the lawn to the pool. I don't envy getting stung there
It was a bad sting but I felt worse for the death of the bee.
If it was a bee, sure, I'd feel bad too. But I'm officially at war with yellowjackets. They will rue the day they fucked with Schmoe
