gigastasioA handy reference guide for you
W98BSoDWhen I was a teenager, I grew up in the country so we had wasps everywhere. I hated them. One morning in the summer I was dead asleep–until I was awakened by a wasp that stung me in the fucking neck. So this asshole had to fly into my room decide to land on me, probably crawl around a bit and then decide “Fuck this guy right here NNNNNNG”. I was so goddamn angry and confused. I had to get up and tend to the sting because I swell like a moteherfucker. However, being a lazy teenager, I went back to bed. I woke up about 10 minutes later because I then felt it CRAWLING ON ME AGAIN. I was so fucking furious, I just monkey pounded it into a million little pieces with my fists in the mattress.
Fuck wasps, I spent many years capturing them, holding them with tweezers and slowly cooking them over a candle. Not sorry.
I am not trying to be a one-upper, but I do have a similar story.
Before rennovating a house I lived in, we had TERRIBLE windows. The kind that let drafts of air and all sorts of creepy crawlies in. Well, an engineering paper wasp decided to build a nest in the eaves above my bathroom window. I was battling those red wasps with the jet black wings for a whole summer.
I was in the shower one day. I got done. I grabbed my towel from the towel hook and started drying off. It turns out there was a wasp on the towel, and it stung the shit out of my abdomen in a few places.
I ran around naked in the house swatting at the little bastard. I had to take another shower because of all of the sweat from running around swatting.
I got out of the shower to ANOTHER wasp on my towel. I noticed this one before it stung me.
I have since replaced the windows, but I STILL inspect my towels to this day.