So, Saturday morning I was up early to run some errands. I had a list of things to pick up and at the top of the list was gas. 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!
It’s painful enough at the pumps as it is, without getting stung by a wasp!