Saturday, my wife and I hosted a birthday party for about 20 people. It was for a family member of my wife’s friend, who was driving in for the event from Calgary with her husband. In short, there would be around 20 people coming over to our backyard for the afternoon, and I knew a grand total of two of them. Oh well, I’m always up for meeting new people. The weather was looking good, so that was a good thing. At least we wouldn’t have 20 strangers milling around inside the house on a rainy day.
I had some early morning running around to do, with getting some gas topping the list. I pulled up to the pumps at my favorite gas station and went in to prepay. I don’t know what it is about these gas pumps, but there are always wasps flying around, and Saturday morning was no exception.
As I was standing around pumping gas I kept my eye on a wasp that was hovering around my knee. The next thing I knew, I could feel this little guy bouncing between my leg and my shorts. My first instinct was to smack my shorts where I felt the wasp, but thought better of it. I was just hoping he didn’t feel like going up any higher in my shorts. That’s a bit of a danger zone for any guy. Fortunately, he decided he didn’t find anything he liked in there, so he took off. Whew. That was a close one.
A couple of years ago a wasp flew up into my wife’s face, between her eye and her glasses. By the time she got her glasses off, it was a little too late. Within a couple of days her eye was quite swollen. I certainly didn’t need that happening in my nether regions!
All in all, it turned out to be a wonderful Saturday. It could have been a lot more painful.