Mean Little Bugger

I’m not a fan of wasps, let’s just get that out there.  They are mean little buggers, however, usually if you stay away from them they’ll leave you alone too.  Recently Nadine posted about her experience with wasps

So one of my favorite things to do is wash our towels or our sheets and hang them out on the clothes line to dry.  It is such a lovely smell and they feel good and it reminds me of my grandparents and there is just so much there that I absolutely love that it makes it wonderful.

Sunday was no different.  I pulled our bedding off the bed, washed it and went and hung it on the line.  No biggie.

I came home that afternoon and after a real quick swim, decided that I was going to grab the clothes off the line

  • 1) so I didn’t have to later 
  • 2) so I didn’t forget

I swear I don’t know where that little A-hole came from but I pulled the first pillow case off the line and wham.  He was on my finger, stung me and was off again.  After unfortunately a few explicit words and hubby heard me screaming he came out.

Well let’s just say that darn wasp and his friend’s are no longer alive… and by the way, it was one of those mean, nasty, red ones!

And here’s what my finger looked like…

Started out with Baking Soda paste

We found stinger/poison killer, that’s the green stuff

I’m not gonna lie, it hurt so bad.  My finger looked worse than these pictures show.  It hurt all the way down into my hand and part of my hand even swelled up but it stopped there.

Here we are 2 days later and parts of my hand still hurts.  How crazy is that!  But my finger is finally normal sized!

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14 Comments

  1. Ouch!! I hate wasps…so much…When I was a kid, I had one land on my knee. I panicked, and squished my knees together to kill it. Guess what happened…Yes. Two stings. One on each knee. *sigh*

  2. We don't have as many wasps here as we did in Idaho, but we have swarms of Africanized bees that attack people every so often stinging them hundreds of times. But your wasp sting looks very painful and I'm really sorry. Damn wasps!

  3. OUCH! I've never been stung by a wasp but yesterday, I found one IN MY HOUSE. I beat it down with a fly swatter but it disappeared. I thought i killed it. Nope. It was alive and in my blinds. I went to go get the wasp spray. When I came back, it was gone. I haven't seen it sense but you KNOW it's pissed because I beat its ass! I had a hard time falling asleep last night!

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