Friends and family tell me that I get into the
darnedest situations so things happen to me that just
don’t happen to the normal folks out there.
After chatting with Dad and running some errands this
morning I decided to go outside and enjoy a rare
spring day. The blue sky was heavy with clouds and the
temperature got up to a balmy 76 degrees.
After clearing some brush I even run into a familiar
face belonging to the feral cat that lives in our
neighborhood. Once again he was calm until I got to
within four feet of him when he scampered off.
I ended up outside a good part of the day and even
managed to get a little work done. When I came back
inside I started to empty my pockets of usual things
I carry with me. A multi-tool, pocket knife, lighter,
camera, flashlight, and the like.
And that was when the strange situation happened that
others claim only happen to me. As I reached into my
left front jeans pocket I felt a searing pain in my
palm like I had touched red hot steel. It didn’t take
me long to remove my hand.
Not knowing what happened I slapped my hand against
my leg trying to put the fire out. That didn’t work so
I went over to the sink and ran cold water over my
hand but it was still burning.
I grabbed my flashlight and aimed it on the floor to
see if I could spy what caused such pain. As I moved
the beam under the kitchen table it highlighted the
cause. There looking back at me was a wasp! I still
don’t know how it got in my pocket but I do know it
will no longer be a threat to anyone else.
So I think I’m safe in saying that I’m the first
among friends and family to get a wasp sting from my
jeans pocket. And I hope I’m the last.
Comments are always welcome.