Awww!

I went to visit this little sweetheart today [link] My friend C is planning to adopt her. She's so wee and skinny and obviously just needs somebody to love her and squeze her and call her George Sparrow.

::flounces in to whine a bit::

The dogs must have dragged through a wasp nest outside because when they came in (straight to my office, as is their habit) there were at least a half dozen of the little bastards clinging to the dogs. I didn't even notice them until I heard Jasmine snapping her jaws and I looked down and saw one on her flank. Then another flew out from under her that I stomped on. Then I noticed Pisces doing the same thing.

That's when all hell broke loose. The dogs trying to eat the things, me trying to clobber them. Normally, I'm not too squeamish with wasps-- not my favorite thing, but I can stay calm enough to stomp on them. However, all bets were off after one flew into my hair. I don't think I've screamed that loud since childbirth.

End result, all critters dead (thanks to intervention from Lewis who's even worse with bugs than I am, so he was definitely very brave) and I am now coping with the first sting I've ever suffered. In my life.

On my scalp.

The upside is, I don't think it got its stinger fully in me, since there's not a lot of swelling, but it definitely hurts. I'm also feeling decidedly skeevy and in need of a hot shower.

I'm also feeling very pitiful because did I mention it hurts?

Can you apply a paste of baking powder to the site, or is it too much of a pain with the location?

Too much of a pain, especially with how long my hair is now. A friend suggested apple cider vinegar to at least neutralize the worst of it, so I now smell like a salad, but the sting has subsided.

Definite shower in my future though. And Benadryl. Which will make me completely stupid.

Barb -- ice. ice is the only thing that really helped me not feel the sting for a bit.

Erin- O , just hugs .

Aw, people. Sorry for the crap end to the weekend.

Daisy Jane, I just watched Kontroll, and it didn't really hold my interest. It seemed to be a bunch of loosely connected events concerning characters I did not care about. I didn't hate it, and it had its moments, but it wasn't as My Thing as it looked like. I guess I thought there'd be more about the serial killer.

I...just remembered I can't whitefont on my phone.

I love it when i sneeze and my little cat mews from wherever he is in the house, then comes running to check me over with his big scared eyes and make sure i'm ok. I have no idea where his concern comes from, the older cat doesn't even twitch his ears when i sneeze, but Mal always needs to make sure i am still here.

I hope Drew is home and comfy, by now.

Barb, your story is the stuff of nightmares for me. I'm impressed by both you and Lewis. I'm most deeply impressed, though, that this is the first time you've ever been stung. How did you manage that? I'm a bee(ish thing) magnet. I have bad reactions to the stings, too. Not anaphylaxis, but I swell up at the site, like there's a tumor. Benadryl is good idea. A lot of the pain, I think, comes from the body's rejection of the bee venom (or whatever the heck it is).

That'll give you bees: My mom ATE bees once, when I was a kid. We were going to Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island on vacation. We stopped just over the Canadian border for lunch. We'd packed these lovely roles and roast beef, etc. The bees must have flown into her sandwich while she was assembling it. She was stung two or three times on the roof of her mouth. On the upside, the hospital in Saint John, New Brunswick is lovely, even if those terrible socialists took good care of her for free.