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For many years me and wasps have had an understanding - they don't sting me, I don't squash them.
And it's worked fine. Before today I couldn't remember the last time a bee or wasp had gone for a piece of me.
But today I was to discover the horrors that befall all those without such protection...
When Insects Attack!
It was a hot, sunny day, and I was mowing the lawn. It hadn't been done for a while, the grass was long and the grass bag needed emptying frequently. On a couple of occasions I noticed a large insect buzzing around the compost heap. Although he looked a little shifty, I remembered my deal with mother nature and didn't worry.
Finally I finished the lawn, and with thoughts turning to the chimes of a distant ice cream van, I went to empty the bag one last time.
If only I'd known my fate, perhaps I would have been lass callous to the risks of...
When Insects Attack!
I didn't get a good look at the perpetrator, but it wasn't a bee or wasp, probably a hornet - a vicious hurt machine and career criminal of the insect world.
Whoever he was, his flight was swift, his aim sure and his sting deadly, and as he rushed for my forearm, he administered his assault without mercy.
How naive I was, to believe I could make a deal with the devil.
The lump's gone down now, but there's a huge red patch around where it stung me and a permanant reminder burned into my consciousness that will never let me forget the horrors of...
When Insects Attack!
I'm Greg Evigan
And it's worked fine. Before today I couldn't remember the last time a bee or wasp had gone for a piece of me.
But today I was to discover the horrors that befall all those without such protection...
When Insects Attack!
It was a hot, sunny day, and I was mowing the lawn. It hadn't been done for a while, the grass was long and the grass bag needed emptying frequently. On a couple of occasions I noticed a large insect buzzing around the compost heap. Although he looked a little shifty, I remembered my deal with mother nature and didn't worry.
Finally I finished the lawn, and with thoughts turning to the chimes of a distant ice cream van, I went to empty the bag one last time.
If only I'd known my fate, perhaps I would have been lass callous to the risks of...
When Insects Attack!
I didn't get a good look at the perpetrator, but it wasn't a bee or wasp, probably a hornet - a vicious hurt machine and career criminal of the insect world.
Whoever he was, his flight was swift, his aim sure and his sting deadly, and as he rushed for my forearm, he administered his assault without mercy.
How naive I was, to believe I could make a deal with the devil.
The lump's gone down now, but there's a huge red patch around where it stung me and a permanant reminder burned into my consciousness that will never let me forget the horrors of...
When Insects Attack!
I'm Greg Evigan
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For many years me and wasps have had an understanding - they don't sting me, I don't squash them.
And it's worked fine. Before today I couldn't remember the last time a bee or wasp had gone for a piece of me.
But today I was to discover the horrors that befall all those without such protection...
When Insects Attack!
It was a hot, sunny day, and I was mowing the lawn. It hadn't been done for a while, the grass was long and the grass bag needed emptying frequently. On a couple of occasions I noticed a large insect buzzing around the compost heap. Although he looked a little shifty, I remembered my deal with mother nature and didn't worry.
Finally I finished the lawn, and with thoughts turning to the chimes of a distant ice cream van, I went to empty the bag one last time.
If only I'd known my fate, perhaps I would have been lass callous to the risks of...
When Insects Attack!
I didn't get a good look at the perpetrator, but it wasn't a bee or wasp, probably a hornet - a vicious hurt machine and career criminal of the insect world.
Whoever he was, his flight was swift, his aim sure and his sting deadly, and as he rushed for my forearm, he administered his assault without mercy.
How naive I was, to believe I could make a deal with the devil.
The lump's gone down now, but there's a huge red patch around where it stung me and a permanant reminder burned into my consciousness that will never let me forget the horrors of...
When Insects Attack!
I'm Greg Evigan
And it's worked fine. Before today I couldn't remember the last time a bee or wasp had gone for a piece of me.
But today I was to discover the horrors that befall all those without such protection...
When Insects Attack!
It was a hot, sunny day, and I was mowing the lawn. It hadn't been done for a while, the grass was long and the grass bag needed emptying frequently. On a couple of occasions I noticed a large insect buzzing around the compost heap. Although he looked a little shifty, I remembered my deal with mother nature and didn't worry.
Finally I finished the lawn, and with thoughts turning to the chimes of a distant ice cream van, I went to empty the bag one last time.
If only I'd known my fate, perhaps I would have been lass callous to the risks of...
When Insects Attack!
I didn't get a good look at the perpetrator, but it wasn't a bee or wasp, probably a hornet - a vicious hurt machine and career criminal of the insect world.
Whoever he was, his flight was swift, his aim sure and his sting deadly, and as he rushed for my forearm, he administered his assault without mercy.
How naive I was, to believe I could make a deal with the devil.
The lump's gone down now, but there's a huge red patch around where it stung me and a permanant reminder burned into my consciousness that will never let me forget the horrors of...
When Insects Attack!
I'm Greg Evigan
HEh, well written.
And Hornet's are evil. Just plain evil.
And Hornet's are evil. Just plain evil.
Hornet's are vicious little things. Wasps are bad enough but something that is basically a p!ssed off wasp is 10 times worse and seeing as i'm allergic to wasp and bee stings i don't want nothing to do with them.
Damn you mother nature and your vindictive disciples of death
Damn you mother nature and your vindictive disciples of death
It's one of the highlights of summer being stung. I often venture outside into sun- drenched meadows armed with a leafless twig and prod bee hives and wasp's nests trying to cause as much pandemonium as possible. "Sting me!" I cry. I love it.
(Of course, I'm a gratuitous liar.)
(Of course, I'm a gratuitous liar.)
you know when you've been stung by a hornet.
Usually because their sting secretes a chemical that tells every other hornet in the area that you're a target.
African hornets, which can get about 6cm long, are particularly unfriendly.
Usually because their sting secretes a chemical that tells every other hornet in the area that you're a target.
African hornets, which can get about 6cm long, are particularly unfriendly.
At least Bees die after they sting you.
Yup, that's great.
"Yes, well done, you've caused me a momentary itch. But you, you pitifully small wing-ed beast, are dead. For ever."
If you try saying that to wasps, they get bitchy and round up a crew to attack you when all you want is to drink your refreshing beverage in peace.
"Yes, well done, you've caused me a momentary itch. But you, you pitifully small wing-ed beast, are dead. For ever."
If you try saying that to wasps, they get bitchy and round up a crew to attack you when all you want is to drink your refreshing beverage in peace.
I find fleeing at terrific speed, windmilling your arms and emitting a high pitched "Eeeeeeeeeeee!" allows you to escape unprovoked aerial assaults from these sky-bullets.
I was in my local the other day, sipping a refreshing lager in the beergarden when a wasp landed in my pint, made sure that it had wiggled its behind in my drink and then sped off in search of a kebab and a fight with a bumble bee. I could't bring myself to drink the rest.
When the barmaid came to take my unfinished pint away I felt compelled to justify leaving a quart of a pint. I said that a wasp had landed in my pint and this was off putting. She looked bemused and I then said,
"Well I'm sure you know what a Wasp's ass looks like".
Idiot boy am I.
When the barmaid came to take my unfinished pint away I felt compelled to justify leaving a quart of a pint. I said that a wasp had landed in my pint and this was off putting. She looked bemused and I then said,
"Well I'm sure you know what a Wasp's ass looks like".
Idiot boy am I.
Goatboy wrote:
> I find fleeing at terrific speed, windmilling your arms and emitting a
> high pitched "Eeeeeeeeeeee!" allows you to escape unprovoked
> aerial assaults from these sky-bullets.
Okay - which girlie has hacked into Goatboys account?
> I find fleeing at terrific speed, windmilling your arms and emitting a
> high pitched "Eeeeeeeeeeee!" allows you to escape unprovoked
> aerial assaults from these sky-bullets.
Okay - which girlie has hacked into Goatboys account?
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