The pool is blue (finally not green) and the weather is hot (hello, it’s finally summer)… so this afternoon we had friends over to go for a swim. Everyone tried to get me to go in… but I wasn’t buying it. Kaitlyn was so cold I swear her lips were turning blue. They tried to convince me the pool was refreshing… but I’m not stupid. I could see them shivering and hear their teeth chattering.
Instead of going in the water, I decided it would be safe enough to sit in one of our lounge chairs and lounge with a glass of wine. Todd sat out there for hours and never once did I see him flail his arms and scream because of a bug.
We don’t know why, but suddenly our yard is the place to be for flies of all sizes. Especially big. I now understand that a horse fly has nothing to do with a horse… it’s simply that darn big.
So I’m sitting on the lounge chair when I feel a bug on my leg. I figured it was one of the massive flies that won’t leave us alone, so I swatted it away. That was when I realized I had mindlessly risked life and limb. That was no fly. It was a wasp. I screamed and made someone else stomp it out with her shoe. (well, it was already mad at me!)
My leg hurts a little bit. Bill says I didn’t get stung. Maybe not. But that wasp did something to me. It bit me or it brushed me with it’s stinger as I was flipping it away.
He says I should now be less afraid of them. I faced one. I’m undecided.
You were molested by a wasp…I’d move.
..and seek therapy.