I got tagged on the jawline by a wasp yesterday. Dang, this hurt far more than a bee sting! (It was most likely a paper wasp, an abandoned but recently used nest fell out of a nearby tree last week).
The pain lasted about an hour, I’ve a bit of swelling, and today it’s itchy as all get-out.
Last summer, I was trimming the palm trees and I saw a nest on a frond about 10 feet away, so I got up on the ladder to Black Flag the little bastards and popped my head up right next to a different nest. Howdy, boys! Thankfully, only two stings on the cheek (before I fell off the ladder–only up one step).
Last year I felt something crawling on the back of my neck. I reached back to brush it away and as soon as I touched it, it felt like someone had stabbed me with a red hot ice pick. The culprit looked like a smallish, all black wasp. Worst sting I ever had and I’ve been stung by a wide variety of bees and wasps. Hurt for days and then itched like hell.
What really creeps me out is the hole where the SOB stings me is visible for several weeks, then a plug of skin (with the hole in the middle) will fall out. Anybody have that happen? Any idea what causes it?
We buy local honey and bee pollen at a place out in the country. The guy treats all sorts of things with bee stings. The main room has a couple of padded tables where treatments take place, and a large cache of bees in a cage is on a table. They grab them with long forceps.
I do know someone who went through sting therapy for his knee pain and swears by it. And it’s not a just a sting or two, he was up to something like 12 at a time!
Last year I was cleaning up the yard and stepped over a small azalea bush to pick up some trash and was stung by a wasp on my inner thigh. Through my jeans! And it had the nerve to still be crawling on my leg as I knocked it off and stepped on it. I had never been stung before. That night the swelling around it was the size of a dinner plate. I went to the doctor the next morning and could barely walk. After telling me she had never seen anyone stung on their thigh, she said I had an overreaction since it was my first time. It hurt to walk for days. I’m much more cautious now.
Be thankful you haven’t been stung by a Asian giant hornet.. 3 inches long, with a stinger 1/4" long. They are responsible for killing about 40 people per year in southeast Asia. Their bite is almost as bad as their sting: when they attack honeybee colonies, they kill the bees by fucking biting them in half.
I’ve been on a few walks in the woods in Japan, but thankfully never stumbled across a nest of them. The only time I’ve seen one is in a city park, when I almost stepped right on it; thankfully he was all alone, and appeared to be in ill health with no interest in flying/attacking.
I got stung by a bumblebee a few years ago on my hand. The pain wasn’t terrible, but my hand swelled up pretty good and had a soreness for a few days like I had whacked it against something.
The last time I got stung by a yellowjacket was nearly 30 years ago; the pain was severe, which is why I have gone to great lengths to avoid a repeat since then.
It’s been a terrible year for yellow jacket wasps in central Virginia, lots of nests in the ground. I got stung 3 times, foot and leg luckily. I’ve poured boiling soapy water down the nests twice with no effect, next step is gasoline which I don’t want to do because I have a well nearby.
A yellow jacket got me on the inner thigh a few weeks ago (bugger crawled up my shorts!), which was the first sting I’ve gotten since I was a kid. I was surprised that it hurt worse, and for longer, than I remembered.
ETA: I was just inspired to look at the wikipedia article on yellow jackets, and now I find that it was very likely a paper wasp that stung me. The bastard.
Is there a difference between wasps and yellow jackets? I assume the sniper who got me was a wasp due to the nearby (abandoned) nest. But they are different bugs (hymentropa), yes?
Two years ago, in August, I was weeding around a yucca plant and disturbed a yellow jacket nest in the ground, and they flew up into my shorts. I bolted into the house and stripped down, stomped on a bunch of them, and two of them chased me around inside. Seven stings in total, four of them on my inner thighs. I was curled up in a ball hating my life.
In the morning I went to work in utter misery, a choice I made in order to avoid having to explain to people what happened.