My wasp jeebie came to fruition this past weekend. Was out back trimming bushes with some hedge trimmers. The weekend before, my electric trimmers went kaput so I was doing it the old fashioned way. (Thank God) So I'm walking all around this thorny ass rose bush, it's about 106 degrees in the shade, hot and sweaty and pissed off that this 20 minute job with electric trimmers is now an hour in with the manual pair. I'm bent down to get a low limb and this F-18 dive bombs me from about 9,000 feet. Big reddish/black one with a 3" stinger that glistened in the sun. He hits my back over my left shoulder. Instinctively...I go full tard and somehow flail wildly with my right hand (That's now holding the trimmers) to slap this monster from my back.
I have no earthly idea how it happened but I apparently took the handle end of the trimmer and knocked the holy bejeezus out of my right cheek bone. Thought I was going to pass out but managed to stay awake so I could speak loudly in tongues. I knew my yardwork was over. You know how you injure yourself and more than anything, you dread looking in the mirror to see what the damage really is? I was bleeding slightly but it appeared someone had surgically implanted an egg under my skin on my right cheek. Iced it down but but all week I've been sporting this really keen black eye.
I fricking HATE wasps!!!!