Let me briefly refresh...
Over a span of about a week and a half, I was bee stung three times.
Exhibit A shows sting result number 1.
Clearly, that kamikaze bee was going for the jugular.
Exhibit B shows sting result number 2.
Knowing I'm right-handed, that kamikaze bee was obviously seeking to render me helpless.
Last, but certainly not least, was sting result number 3. Out of blog appropriateness, I have no Exhibit C as that kamikaze bee got me square in the chest, the result of which was the development of an awkward third boob.
Just take my word for it when I say that sting number three was the MOST disfiguring of them all *ahem*.
So far this summer, I have remained stingless (knock on wood! Hear me knocking, bees??), but I fear that I'm still being stalked.
Monday, I gave Meego a ride to work. He got a bloody nose just before leaving and was afraid he'd be late if he rode his bike so I drove him. As we got into the van, he noticed a wasp buzzing around his window. We didn't think much of it and just drove off.
Later that afternoon, when I went to pick him up, we once again noticed a wasp buzzing around the passenger window after he got in the van. Hmmm... how curious...
We pondered what this all meant for a moment, and we saw the wasp fly into the housing behind the passenger side mirror. I moved the mirror around, but it never emerged. Okay, whatever.
Then we got home and had a look:
Can I get a collective, "EEWWWW!!" ?
Those little moochers had built a house in the mirror of the van and were multiplying!
I googled like a madwoman to figure out the best remedy. In the end, we waited until after sundown and sprayed those buggers instantly dead. We were a bit concerned about the poison messing up the paint and/or the wiring inside the mirror, but neither turned out to be an issue.
This is what's left of their dead planet:
ANYWAY, may they rest in peace... and Leave. Me. Alone.