Yes, Wasps Are Scary, But Yellow Jackets Are Worse
As I was reading about Jaclyn’s encounter with a wasp, and then Dave Spencer’s, I was reminded of a terrifying childhood experience which I relived a few weeks ago. Although I’m not allergic, that I know of, to things that sting, I will run like a banshee the moment one appears a few feet within my vacinity.
When I was 5, I was visiting my grandparents, and they had this white-painted picnic table in their backyard. If I recall correctly, the paint job wasn’t that old, but for some reason, I remember the paint was starting to peel off in small doses. I don’t remember what I was doing but I put my arm up on the table, and it was summer, so I was exposing my underarm. Next thing I know, I felt a very painful sting on my underarm, I looked and a yellow jacket was there. If there’s one part of the body you don’t want stung, it’s a sensitive place, kind of like when you step on a bee–been there done that!
With the unseasonably warm weather, we tend to open car windows, the windows in our homes, and all those stingy things take advantage of the inviting cooler air or fresh meat. A few weeks ago, I was driving to work with my window down, but I know I didn’t have it open before I went to my car to leave, I look down, and there on my pant leg–I was wearing jeans!–was an old friend, Mr. Yellow Jacket. I had to pull over, and I had to move very carefully to ensure I wouldn’t feel the unbearable pain. Whew! Success, but I could not believe it.