The Attempted Murder

The Attempted Murder

Enough time has passed since this incident that I now feel strong enough to share!

I text my son on Labor Day that wasps attempted to murder me!! 

Now here’s the thing. Last year I was stung by an unidentifiable creature in the bushes as I was pulling weeds. Sharp pain equaled “oh shit” my arm had been bitten off. Well, as you know, that wasn’t the case. My hand and arm were still in tact when I pulled it out. I saw a brown bug thingy fly away. I don’t know if that’s what got me… I don’t even know what it was… but I had feelings of anger and hatred towards it. Then came my next thoughts. The last time I got stung was in 6th grade. I swelled up like crazy and I remember being told that I was allergic and I would want to be careful if I got stung again.

So of course when I got stung, I wasn’t dealing with just the pain of being stung. I was scared shitless that I didn’t know how bad my reaction was going to be. In the end, my husband took me to the emergency room with my arms crossed and bottom lip stuck out telling the triage nurse that my husband made me come, through the coughing and a slight wheeze with this weird drunken feeling. Unfortunately, the nurse sided with my husband. Well, I was home with no signs of a sting after a steroid shot and a breathing treatment!  Got a epi-pen. Got tested– barely an allergy.

This time, I got stung and I had no fear I was going to die. I truly stayed in the moment. I screamed, I cried, I apparently even threw my keys and phones.  That is how you truly stay in the moment.  I felt all the pain on the side of my head and walked in circles crying.  My husband came outside to console me.  I buried my body in his arms and realized I kept getting sharp pains in my forearm.  I pulled back, looked at my arm and then back at his shirt….would you believe there was a wasp on his shirt that had the nerve to prick my arm twice.  Really, a sting to the ear wasn’t enough…they had to ban together and finish me off.  

Next thing we saw was my son sprinting down the street with my phones and keys in his hand.  I didn’t know where he was going but I knew that he had my stuff!!  Finally my husband yelled for him to find out what was wrong.  He turned around and walked back saying a wasp was following him…little did he know that the wasp that was following him caught a ride in his hair.  I was scared to tell him, so I slowly and calmly said to my husband that the wasp was in his hair.  My son slowly collapsed down to the ground and placed his hands around his ears and the wasp took flight.

By the end of the day, my husband engaged in a full fledge warfare with a wasp nest and I was high off of Benadryl.  Moral of the story…living in the moment can suck and destroy the nests sooner than later!