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That’s right, you heard me. I admit it, I’m afraid of something … yellow jackets. Well, yellow jackets, hornets, and wasps to be exact; but I think they are all from the same insect family.

How sad is that? My freakin’ high school mascot was a yellow jacket. I hang my head in shame … :cry:

hehehehehe …

Seriously, I’m afraid of them because I’m allergic to them. I mean, buzzy things kind of freaked me out as a kid, but bees never really bothered me. Hell, bumble bees are cute. :)

But I’ve been stung repeatedly by yellow jackets and wasps, and it hurts like all <insert favorite expletive here> and I would need some serious antihistamine and steroids nowadays to prevent being sick from the stings. :?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyways, what brought this little revelation about was that I was trying to be nice and went out to the car yesterday to get a drink that Jim had forgotten and accidentally left behind. Ok, easy enough, right?

I opened up the car, grabbed the drink, and no sooner had I backed up and was closing the door, a yellow jacket buzzed by me and right into the car. I didn’t realize that it had actually gone INTO the car until after I had closed the door. I think “Oh great, that’s just what I need … it will be good and pissed off if it stays in there all day.” (Any other creature and I’d be “Awwww, poor thing! LOL)

So I unlock and open the door, it refuses to come out. I pick up a paper and try to ‘shoo’ it out, it crawls underneath the driver’s seat. At this point I’m getting pissed, I’m holding a coke in one hand and a pile of papers in the other and I need to get back to work. I roll up the papers and just as soon as I leaned down and stuck them under the seat, it came buzzing out (and sounding PISSED might I add) and hit me square in the face.

I freaked   …   no, I mean I ~FREAKED~.

What little composure I had, I quickly lost. I screamed like a little girl, and stepped backwards while dancing around in a circle and franticly pawing at my face trying to get the little bugger off me … with the coke and papers in each hand.

It flew off my face, bounced into the car, and came back at me again. I somehow fell back and twisted around so that I landed on my right hand and knee.

But I didn’t spill that damned coke. :cool: The papers, however, were all over the parking lot. LOL! I made it back into the office, though a bit shaky. Jim looks at me and says “What happened to you? I just asked you to get my Coke!” I told him what happened and needless to say, got no sympathy. Men. :mad:

I got a bruised palm, and skinned up my knee. It’s all purple and scraped a bit today, but I was more scared of that little insect then I was of anything else. :roll:

I know, I’m silly. What can I say?

So there, now you know my deep dark secret. :razz: