The Sting?

That is a wasp. That is not THE wasp, but it is a good rendition of THE wasp. (I wasn't going to tell this story, but what the heck. I've told more embarrassing stories about myself!)

Last night, I was up in my room, where I've moved a lot of the crafting stuff, mostly the sewing stuff, to. I also have a small tv in my room, so I was watching/listening to tv and ripping the seams out of some stuff for re-sewing or craft work. There were 2 dogs and one cat snoring away on my bed and I could hear the boys giggling in the game room.

With the sounds of the tv, and the snoring animals, and the giggling boys, I didn't register the sound of a buzzing wasp right away. Besides, wasps don't really buzz like bees. They are much more of a stealth attacker than bees.

When I did register THE wasp, it was hovering and buzzing and zipping around my head! I'm not allergic to wasp stings, but that doesn't mean that I particularly like them either! I'd much rather avoid pain that invite it to have it's way with me!

So, when it did register that there was a wasp circling my head like it was looking for the perfect landing spot, I instinctively raised my hand to swing at the nasty wasp and scare it away. Because, in case you didn't know, swinging a hand at a wasp is by far the best way to scare a wasp away from your head. Or not. Perhaps it might have been an affective way to scare the wasp away and protect myself against pain, but it sure didn't work that way.

Nope, THE wasp didn't get me. The scissors did. I didn't bother to put the little, shiny pair of sewing scissors down prior to using my hand as a weapon to ward off a flying attack from THE wasp. I swatted at THE wasp with my right hand, scissors clasped tightly, and stabbed myself right in the upper left arm.

So, you see, perhaps swatting at a wasp with a bare hand isn't affective, but when you swat at one with a pair of scissors in your hand, stabbing yourself.... drawing blood and creating pain...., then scream loudly, the wasp tends to hightail it right outta there! And, the screaming is effective in waking sleeping, snoring animals and getting them off of your bed and out of your room.

The screaming does not, however, interrupt boys playing video games in the game room. Thankfully I didn't stab myself in a vitally important area, causing lots of damage and bleeding and causing me to need assistance, because those boys still don't know what happened! I'm not telling them! Lets just hope that I never truly need their help when they are busy in the game room! Seriously, Buddy only runs for help when Chester needs something..... honestly. And Chester will get antsy if Buddy needs something. Taltos is a cat through and through. He doesn't go for help for anybody! He is the cat that sat and watched my whole being locked in the shower episode, after all!

I didn't manage to avoid pain from the wasp. He caused me to stab myself! Which is truly not an act that I hope to ever repeat. I now have a can of wasp spray and I know how to use it! From now on I'm using dull scissors and wasp spray! No more owies for me! : )