Yesterday I helped a friend move some of his stuff into storage. Just as we finished, I saw a bug fly near my hand. I swatted it away, and it came right back and stung me in the back of the hand. That’s when I noticed that it was a wasp.
I ended up yelling “FUCK SHIT FUCK!” in front of his 3 YO and 1 YO. I couldn’t help it. It hurt like shit. It still hurts.
I nearly had an incident like this last summer. I was moving my garbage can back into the wooden receptacle it’s stored in and a damn wasp came flying right towards me, as if it were intent on stinging me in the face, or worse yet, in the eye. I did what anyone would have done to defend himself and swatted at it. As I struck the wasp it only started to sting me. I knocked it to the ground (and then proceeded to stomp it out of its misery). I still had a small, painful welt on the inside of my hand for about a half hour even though it wasn’t a full sting. I’ve always hated wasps/hornets/yellow jackets, too, especially because they’re so aggressive and unpredictable. They’re the worst.
I’ve had enough of all this PC bullshit. Us WASPs used to have the world by the tail. Now it’s popular to bash us, and we get no respect! No respect, I tell ya!:mad:
I’m around venonous stuff all day. Part of my job is to feed the tarantulla’s, black widows and scorpians. I always follow all the safety’s and so do the people that handle the hot snakes. Never got nailed yet.
So, yesterday’s my day off, right? We went for a family fishing trip and of course being the curious type I turned over the nearest thing in search of garter snakes.
Aw, leave off the wasps. They do a great job. If it weren’t for them, we’d all be overrun with flies. During the early season, they take the fly larvae to feed their own larvae, thus killing orders of magnitude more flies than spiders do. Late in the season, what is their reward for this? They get turfed out of the nest to die. Great. Given those circumstances, you’d be pretty pissed off too.
To help a friend we moved into his (foundation-fucked) house, and now we are being invaded. With wasps.
The back room has a gap in the corner wall that’s so wide you can see daylight through it. And wasps apparently take notice of a cool jet of air conditioning when they’re flying around fucking people up outside, b/c they’ve taken up residence through the gap and now live in that back room.
THEY’RE EVERYWHERE back there and I’m far too chicken-shit to do anything about it, and as yet none of the men in my life (Mr. Levins and our room-mate) have done a fucking thing either. (Other than spray individual wasps with Raid and then run like hell.) I’ve bitched for one of 'em to patch up that huge crack in the corner with some of that foamy shit you get at Wal-Mart, and so far both of them swear that “Wal-Mart’s out of it.”
I’ve knock on wood never been stung by anything worse than a mosquito, and the only reason I’ve been so “lucky” is that I’m absolutely paranoid and have ruined entire picnics due to my phobic fear of stinging insects.
I don’t mind wasps too much - I got stung for the first time in my life last Friday morning (I’m just 30 BTW) - and had a predictable reaction to it. As a result I went home (at 0930) and watched the cricket for the rest of the day, albeit with a sore arm.
Oh man, I hate wasps. They scare the fuck out of me. When I was a kid, I had one of those Sears swing sets that are essentially made out of tubes of rolled sheet metal. There were little plastic caps that went on the end of the big central tube, but my grandfather and I broke one of them when we were building it. I take that back–I think I broke it while he was simultaneously assembling the swing set and keeping me from hurting myself playing with the tools. Anyway, that summer I’m at the top of the slide when I see a cloud of wasps come flying out of the uncapped end of the big central tube. I was stung 13 times. I was screaming for help, but my grandmother thought I was laughing and playing until I made it back up to the house. Very painful, especially when you’re a little kid.
Plus, wasps just look alien. They have the weirdest body plan of any creature one encounters in everyday life.
I got stung on the head yesterday - I have long hair & I bent my head down to get the keys out of my purse, and a wasp flew in the space between my hair clip & my head and it was in my hair!
I have 3 bumps on my head.
I’ve been stung many times in my life & I’ve always had been afraid of wasps in my hair - but not afraid of wasps themselves.
After the stings on the head - I am not so afraid of that anymore. Wasp stings don’t hurt any more than a small pinch - and I am not allergic - so why worry. Still I would not actively seek getting stung.
Now my old roomies - they were very afraid of wasps. One afternoon I was at work & needed to call my roomies - they couldn’t come to the phone because they were hiding upstairs from a wasp. When I got home 2 hours later they still were hiding, I took a glass & a piece of paper & caught the little bugger & put him outside.
Me and our family spotted a wasps’ nest poking out of the edge of a metal tube in our backyard. We sprayed it with some of that foamy stuff. Problem solved.
I also cannot stand wasps, hornets, bees, or any of the other stinging insects. I end up feeling like I have to be VERY careful and move VERY slowly so as to not make the little (expletive deleteds) feel threatened enough to sting me.
I know that they have a role to play in the ecosystem and all that jazz, but I still do not like having to deal with them.