Scared, but interesting
I went out on the porch to read for a bit and catch some fresh air when a yellow jacket came and lit on the edge of my book. He stayed there a while. I guess he was tired and was catching his breath. ?! It took a great deal to stay perfectly still and not freak. My heart sped up and I realized this and purposely slowed it down, along with my respiration and tried not to emit any "scared shitless" vibes, or hormones. I didn't want to take the chance of getting stung.
He then flew up and away, where I thought was "away" only to find him lighting on my leg. Oh Shit. I hate stinging bugs with a passion having been stung a few times in my life, where the first time was at a friend's house playing around on her old swingset. A wasp got me. I ran home, crying and freaking, because it hurt so badly. Mom got out the stinger and we both watched as my thumb swelled, and swelled more and it was so swollen, it looked like it was a ripe tomato ready to split. I can't remember what she put on it. Some homemade "poultice", I think it had some kind of mustard in it? All I knew as not only did my thumb hurt like a mo-fo, it looked hideous and now, thanks to the "poultice" it stunk. I finally got over that event, but it imbedded a deep fear of all stingy things.
Anyway, what seemed like an hour, was really only maybe 5 minutes. He say there and took a "bath". Cleaned his hands and face and head, which looked liket it could spin all the way around like Linda Blair, and then cleaned his torso and wings and then back to his head and hands. He finally finished and flew away. He thanked me for the respit, by doing a couple of close facial fly-bys and then I got up, and walked away. I mentally told him he was welcome and to have a pleasant day and to please not come back.