wasps

One stung me yesterday.  Not happened in about 35 years.  Not a fan of the experience, tbh

 

I don't think I've been stung for about 35 years either.  Prolly developed some form of allergy which will end up with me succeeding in the room temperature challenge next time one does sting me.

Not a wasp but was bitten, rather than stung, by an evil looking huge fly in Kefalonia towards the end of June this year.  It's only in the last week that the bite site has stopped giving me grief. fooking bastard

Escaped they love all my oak weatherboard as they chew it up to build their nests so this time of year they are always looking for a spot under the eaves on the house or an outbuilding.  I end up walking round once a week just to check no more have moved in.

When I was about 14 I took the dog for a walk in some local woods.  The dog, as was his wont, came back from the undergroth with a huge stick for me to throw.  too big, so I smashed it against a tree trunk to break it.  Unbeknownst to me, I knocked down a wasps nest.  There was a furious buzzing in my face which i swatted away.  then I looked down at and saw the nest between my feet.  My entire crotch was covered in angry yellow blighters.  I removed my shorts and sprinted back to the car in my pants.  The dog lolloped along thinking it was great japes.

more than 20 stings.  Some on face, lip and inside mouth.

I spent the rest of the day in a bath of calomine lotion.

I was out running in the 80s when short shorts were still a thing and a wasp stung me on the scrotum.

the attraction of the activities of the chaps in R v. Brown remain a mystery to me

PP, I was sailing in the Med about 20 years ago when one of our crew was bitten on the cock by a mozzie. He complained about the itching but said he was quite pleased with the swelling.

Sh1t Wang that was a lucky escape.

When I was a lad we had a nest on the house that the bloody pest guy refused to kill because it was awkwardly placed, so would have been unsafe for him. Somehow the little khunts were getting through the walls/roof into the house, into the bedroom I shared with my three brothers. Sprayed the room every night with bug spray but there were at least 20 in there each eve. I had something of a phobia of them, so watching little shadows move slowly in the dark across the floor, my duvet, the pillow or on the wall above my head was the stuff of my actual nightmares. Three once got into my school shirt that I put on the next morning, 10+ stings.

That wasnt my scariest wasp encounter.

i once came home from work to shrieks - a 4 year old #2 had woken to a huge asian hornet on his duvet.  I bundled the duvet up and took it outside.  The hornet flooped on the floor when unwrapped and i stamped on it.  It looked up at me and i am sure it gave me an "is that all you've got" shrug and then flew at my face.  I right hooked the cvnt and it flew off like something out of the blitz.  Must have been three inches long and thick as a man's thumb.  Like an episode of dr who