Tuesday, 8 September 2009
Lesley and I walked through the Dene yesterday, and from nowhere, a wasp got into the tiny underarm hole in her top (a stitch in time might have saved the day, Lesley!) and stung her. While she flapped and squeaked, I had a look, and the wasp went up my sleeve, but fell out again while I had a turn at flapping and squeaking. The dog is usually the one to be stung, but she escaped unjabbed, so no flapping, squeaking or, more alarmingly, collapsing momentarily, from her.
Today I was letting myself in at Suzy's door to feed Big Fat Hattie, and a wasp clung to my arm and stung me through my (unholey) t-shirt. And we are soppy animal-lover types who wouldn't harm a fly. So unfair!
Anyone else been stung recently?
Posted by rachel at 22:48