So on tuesday as I was on my merry way back home, I got a sudden pain in my arm. Oh no! Said I, for I had been stung by a wasp for the first time in my life. It really wasn't too bad until a few mins later when it really began to sting. But you know, I was fine.
Today I was once again on my merry way to meet Max, and I hear a buzzing and realise a wasp had settled right on my head. Shit! Said I, and I swatted it away. Thinking I was safe, I carried on but then felt a sudden pain on my back near my shoulder blade. I Jumped in shock...yes I was stung again. Twice in a week. I took off my cardigan and the little fucker was just there, looking pleased.
I went back home as this sting was so much worse than the first, it still stings loads now.
I tell my dear old parents and they were very concerned, my mum went outside to discover a wasp nest near by our house. I was walking past this nest, wearing ROSE PERFUME, obviously pissing off the wasps at the same time, not caring that I was right in their flight path. So yeah they took a dislike to me and attacked.
I won't be wearing that perfume until winter now when the wasps are all dead and gone.
Man I'm unlucky this week, boo me.