OMG That hurt
So anyway we went a visiting today just like every other tuesday to jays mums and we were in the garden planting some spring bulbs(daffodils and tulips), when my little princess Porcha called me into the front room. She wanted me to see her cartoons and I felt something on my leg I just thought I had caught it on the fence so I pulled up the leg of my jeans to have a look but nothing so I pulled it up a bit furter and what should I find a great fucking wasp on my leg. I tried to knock it off but it just clung there stinging me again so what did I do the only self respecting thing a woman in distress came do I screamed for Jay to come in from the garden to rescue me. He was absolutly brilliant and made me strip off in the front room to get rid of the big bad wasp that had been sneaky enough to crawl up my leg. I was doing what all damsels in distress crying like a baby on the settee almost hysterical and I didn't calm down until he showed me that my jeans were wasp free and the sneaky little stripy one was indeed splated into a pulp on the floor. Now normally I won't kill anything but today I made the exception I am afraid to say.
It is now about six hours later and both stings still hurt like fucking hell. sneaky little bstards wasps.
It is now about six hours later and both stings still hurt like fucking hell. sneaky little bstards wasps.