Picture this: You’re minding your own business walking to your car when suddenly, WHAM! you become the unwitting star of “America’s Funniest Insect Attacks.” Multiple wasps decide you’re the perfect punching bag for their stinger boxing practice. Congratulations! You’ve just won the jackpot in the “Why Me?” lottery.
As these flying fists of fury unleash their wrath, you might find yourself performing an interpretive dance that would make even the most skilled choreographers blush. It’s a unique blend of the Macarena, River Dance, and “Get This Thing Off Me” jig.
Post-sting, After you regain control over your body, you’ll likely resemble a connect-the-dots puzzle gone wrong. Your body becomes a topographical map of painful, itchy, puffy landmarks. And let’s not forget the sympathy you’ll receive! Nothing says “I’m a tough cookie” quite like explaining that yes, you were indeed defeated by creatures smaller than your thumb.
Remember, in the grand comedy of life, sometimes you’re the joker, and sometimes you’re the punchline. In this case, I was the punchline, and the wasps were holding the whoopee cushion. So, I embrace my new role as the neighborhood’s official wasp bait. No need to invest in a beekeeper’s suit for my next outdoor adventure because my dear hubby made the area safe again for all passers-by. Remember, wasp/bee stings are painful, but the replay is comedy gold!
