August 17th, 2011 9:45 PM
I'm surprised this hasn't happened sooner, but while out hiking/exploring, I lifted a final log before starting to head back. I first noticed a bit of a depression under the log, then saw a really large worm that intrigued me, and then I realized there was wasps all up in my business, which was definitely a more pressing matter. I then found myself acutely aware of the sensation of several things now crawling on my skin, and combined with the knowledge of what they actually were, commenced freaking out.
(As a quick aside, the friggin kitten has now found a new game: hide under the monitor and attack my fingers when I type, leading to impossible typos and function keys getting pressed when they really shouldn't be. >:I )
Of course, some people had just passed on the trail, so my freaking out was somewhat subdued, a quiet swatting of every bit of myself while flailing myself over to the trail and muttering shoooooot. And of course as soon as I thought I had managed to extricate myself entirely, a sudden jab on my leg indicated that wasn't so. That's it? That wasn't so b, I thought... and then it started burning. Yay venom!
So, um, I should probably take care of it now that I'm home. Haven't been stung in so long, it's like a fun new experience!