Don’t think so. I’ve never seen one, and from what I’ve heard those tend to like desert areas. I live in southwest Oregon. Very wet most of the year. Even if we do have them here, I don’t think that’s what attacked me. Whatever got me was orange
I went to Lowes and bought some Raid wasp and hornet killer; my only qualms about using it is I don’t want to find out the hard way the nest has more than one entrance.
Oh! Sounds like an issue with your CBS affiliate, maybe, because I know I’ve seen it all through. It goes something like “Bipolar disorder is a disease that goes undiagnosed X years on average, that’s X years of unneeded suffering. Know the symptoms, learn more at cbscares.com.”
I tend to pay attention, because, you know, it’s Mark Harmon. (I have a little crush.) Plus mental health care is a cause for me, too.
Nooooo, I thought you had a problem with something in the text of the PSA, not the topic itself!
My WAG now is killer bees. You were wearing clothes, so the stingers got caught there. I’d suggest lots of water. I’ve had 2 swarms on the ground. I put my hose on the ground, snaked it close and made it so uncomfortable that they left. I used to have hummer feeders out until the time that a swarm found the sugar water and landed in the feeder. There was a basketball sized swarm of yellow and brown insects around the base. I could see the sugar water level dropping.
Anyhow, I’m sorry you had an allergic reaction. You do need to find out what they were so you can avoid this problem in the future. Epipens are usually covered by insurance. Stash benadry all over. Your allergies just took a turn for the worse.
As would I. We call them meat bees here and the bastards got me seven times on one leg in July - couldn’t really use that leg for days.
The best tip we got for combing was from a professional nit-picking salon: wet the hair and cover with conditioner. The hair is easier to comb, plus the container helps with catching the nits. We did it every day for 2 weeks, then several times a week for 2 weeks and then once a week for about a month. It was fantastic.
The urgent care doc said basically the same thing, although he said if you’re still alive after 15 minutes of the first sting, and you aren’t having trouble breathing or swelling up like a baloon, you’re safe, and the epi pen isn’t necessary. He gave me a script for one anyway, “just in case”. My problem was I turned beet red and couldn’t think clearly. He gave OTC Benadryl and mortrin.
I’m going to try to murder the little fuckers tonight. If I’m successful, I’ll try to identify them and post results here.
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Do NOT get close enough to get stung again. You will need the epipen just to get to the ER.
Please, trust me on this. Your immune system just took a turn for the worse, if you get stung again you might die.
Flood them out. If your hose won’t reach while you are in a safe distance away, borrow or steal one from you neighbors. Wear lots of clothes, if you have a biker friend, borrow their leathers.
Bottom line is those fuckers can now kill you. Protect yourself. Pay a homeless guy to flood them out while you are watching from the window. I’m serious about this.
I hate asthma. I didn’t know I had it for years and now, even knowing what I have and having meds and everything it still sucks the big one because it makes it hard to do even remotely athletic type stuff I like to do, ie hiking up a mountainside.
Took the family for a nice short trip and stopped by a glacier with a nice short quarter mile or so hike and decided to go up. Velociraptor just scrambles on up like a damn mountain goat (and HE has asthma too, but his triggers are utterly different than mine) while I have to stop several times along with the people who are twice my age or more because I have to catch my breath despite taking my inhaler before even starting because I knew this shit would happen. On the flat plain area in front of the glacier I was fine and most of the lead up to the incline but on the incline? Fuck that. Makes it such a pain in the ass to do a hike.
This was actually worse than the last hike which was a whole heck of a lot longer because of the incline and the cold (which combined seems to just wreck me).
Ever since finding out about my asthma, I’m still amazed I didn’t die on that five day hike I went on in my teens. Over reacting my fucking ass, I really had trouble breathing!
Well, it’s not very informative to have a PSA that only says, “Bipolar is a disease.” 
Also, agree on Mark Harmon. Rrrowr.
A note to some of the businesses that claim to serve the DFW metroplex: No, no you don’t. You only serve the DALLAS area, and maybe Arlington. But you do not serve the Fort Worth area if you don’t have any stores that are in Fort Worth. I’d be interested in checking out what you’ve got, maybe, but not if I have to drive for an hour. You have half a dozen stores in Dallas, but none in Fort Worth? I don’t want to shop in your stores THAT badly.
My husband has taken care of a few wasp nests in the ground here - he uses a foam spray with a straw to get right into the nest, and sprays after sundown when the wasps are in the nest and asleep. He has had very good results with killing them without getting stung.
Come back and let us know you’re alive, Lancia! 
What I meant was that yours is the kind of “juvenile acne” which will go away at menopause. And I did duck, you hit She-flatmate…
Oh. Yes! Rrrowr!!!
Stupid useless settings on my dropspreader. The bag of fertilizer I used was supposed to be good for a lawn slightly smaller than my own but even after going over the whole thing twice there was still some left. Gah. Then I move on to the lime pellets. You won’t fool me this time motherfucker. Calls for 4.5, I will give it 6.5, after all I don’t want to run out just in case. Still at least half left after one pass. Fucker!
Am alive, discussing my adventures here:
Oh, for sweet fuck’s sake. Would it kill people to ACTUALLY READ the emails I send them?
“I’m going to be out of town from Thursday afternoon the eighth and I won’t be available until Tuesday morning, the thirteenth. Could we meet either before I leave on Thursday, or sometime on Tuesday or after?”
“Sure! Let’s meet the morning of Monday the twelfth.”
READ. READ FOR COMPREHENSION. YOU HAVE A PH.D.
“Can we meet Friday afternoon? Say, at 11:30?”
“Sure, that’s fine!”
When I show up on Friday at 11:30, I get this response: “Your appointment was yesterday at 11:15.” NO. Why, then, do I have AN EMAIL FROM YOU IN MY INBOX, SAYING THE MEETING IS FRIDAY AT 11:30? What in the hell is wrong with these people? AGAIN: YOU HAVE A PH.D. READ.
Schlotzsky’s, your sandwiches are not all that good. They kinda suck, in fact, or at least I just don’t like them. Your chips are amazing, and the one near me has a great mix in their fountain soda, but chips and soda are not enough.
I liked your Asian chicken wraps, though. They were damn near addictive, and I had to have on once or twice a week. A wrap and jalapeno potato chips made for an exceptionally satisfying meal.
So screw you, Schlotzsky’s, for dumping the wraps from your menu. Maybe I was the only one in the nation actually eating them, but without them I have no reason to return.
I’m sad to hear that Schlotzky’s has gone downhill so much. I haven’t eaten at one since the chain went bankrupt; they had some awesome chicken sandwiches.
Hurray, Lancia is still alive. I read that thread, and got totally squiked out at the glass bowl full of those winged beasts from hell. The baggy of the nest of wiggly eggs made me want to wash my hands.
I spent half an hour in a neighbor dispute, police involved.
I didn’t like them before the restructuring, either. Apparently folks still like them well enough, but I despise the bread. It’s too thick and spongy and tastes wrong.