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Those pesky things! When I was a kid, playing hide and seek, I ran between the house and the hedge to find a hiding place. Wouldn't you know I disturbed a yellow jacket nest? I flew out screaming. Maybe I screamed so loud that only a few really mad ones dared sting me. That was the end of the fun for that day. Just last year, we had yellow jackets flying around the mailbox, but it didn't occur to me that they were building a nest until my hand was on fire. I run when stinging things are around. You'd think after years of meditation that, I would be able to get into some sort of zen state so they'd go away. I'm still working on that.

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Listen to your body’s natural instinct. We are all right to fear these creatures. I respect honey bees deeply. Yellow jackets though and their ilk however are monsters

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Eeep! That is a terrifying encounter! My Dad and my brother disturbed a wasps nest when we were walking in the bush when I was about ten. I was extra careful and hyper aware of every denizen and for some strange reason though my brother and sustained a number of stings, I was spared.

I in fact was not stung by a wasp until I was 30 years old, leaving a library with so many children’s books and but one child, pregnant with my second, and I lowered my arm as I was putting the bag of books on my shoulder and it turns out that a wasp had landed on me. Between the books bag and on my arm…and in a quick Hail Mary to save itself, it stung me.

It was one of the most painful experiences I’ve had (and I’ve given birth, nearly ripped my palm off in a skateboarding accident and survived a stroke)

I think because it was unexpected, and people tell me the first sting is the worst sting.

I wanted to go to the hospital because it started to swell immediately, but I’d promised my two year old (then without an understanding of what pain feels like to other people) I’d take him to the park.

So we went to the park, and I wept while he went in the slide, and thankfully a few hours later I was still alive. But damn it if I’m not still a little more anxious around wasps than I used to be.

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I understand this trauma deeply. And I applaud your strength to endure the park through that agony!

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