As soon as the mailbox was on the ground a swarm of red wasps flew out of one of the bricks and went crazy. My brother quickly backed up the car and was ready to just leave. I insisted that he stay and fix the mailbox. After all, it IS pretty rude to drive up to a house, knock over the mailbox and then just drive away, even if the house does belong to your parents. Anyway, my brother insisted that there was no way he was going to fix the thing what with all those red wasps flying everywhere. So, not wanting to be rude, I had to turn all brave and stupid and climb out of the car. I went over to the mailbox and was about to fix it when I noticed a HUGE nest tucked into one of the bricks. I decided it would probably be better to wait until the wasps were gone. ...I'm not sure why but I stood there for a while, figuring this all out. And you know what they say "Don't bother them and they won't bother you?" Yeah, I figured I'd be good since I wasn't really doing anything but standing there.
Eventually Jacob climbed out of the car too and kept saying things like "You're going to get stung!" and "Don't stand so close!" but, of course, I had to just stand there. And then, after standing there for a while, I had to get a picture. And then when I was done we climbed back into the car and as we were pulling out of the driveway I felt a sharp pain on my knee. So, I screamed. ..No, it was less like a scream and more like a yell, but not quite a yell ...What is that called? ..I don't know. Anyway I yelled and yelled again when I felt another sharp pain, and another.
My brother pulled the I-told-you-so and asked why I was still yelling. "You have no idea how badly this hurts!" I yelled not understanding why it felt like someone was continually poking me with a needle. My brother then asked, "Is it like paper cut hurt or more like child bearing hurt?" And I know I had no right to say it, because I don't have any children. But I yelled out my answer and continued to yell. I explained to him that I thought that the stinger had gotten stuck and that it was still poking me. After yelling for a while longer I managed to pull up my pant leg and see the dime sized puffy skin around my knee. I had been stung in four spots. I lifted my leg up on the dashboard to get a better look and I yelled again.
I was convinced that the stinger was loose inside my pants and that it had just pinched my upper thigh. My brother stopped the car and told me that I should try and shake the stinger out. I wasn't going to, but the car was already stopped and the whole stinging thing REALLY hurt! So I opened the door and attempted to shake the thing out. When it didn't work I asked my brother to look away and I proceeded to undo my pants and... well, pull them down. So I did. And this is what I found:
I was stung six times. One on my knee, three on my upper calf, and two on my upper thigh. ...I guess it's a good thing I'm not allergic to the stings of the red wasp. The whole idea of having a wasp crawling up your pants and stinging you consistently in the leg is really ....bizarre and I'm shivering juts thinking about it. But for some odd reason, despite what I wrote, I was actually laughing the whole time, in between my yelling that is. It was pretty funny if you think about it. And the whole time I was thinking about what it would be like to tell this story to other people. Anyways. That's the end of my story. The stinging didn't stop hurting until... Well. Actually. It still kind of hurts. But it will go away. I'm not worried. I guess the moral of this story is that when you see a swarm of wasps ...stay in your car.