- Jun 24, 2010
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About an hour ago my sister and I went on a hike, and at this point in time, I regret nothing more.
Firstly, I loath hornets, wasps and pretty much anything that can sting and fly at the time, now doubly so. Ever watch one of those tv shows where they show the swarm of bees just going crazy? Now tick them off about ten times more and put yourself in the center of it. It was a very large nest and I pretty much waltzed right on top of it.
I can't believe I didn't see them. I also don't believe I have ever run that fast or that far in such a short period of time, ever. Pfft, I probably broke some sort of record, or the sound barrier or something.
It was scary as all get out, I knew as soon as I set my foot down what I had done. And of course, as soon as I yelled for my sister to run, I turned away and fell. Omg. It was exactly like something out of a horror movie. I felt just like that girl must have just after she trips and sees the masked dude attempting to impale her with his rusty kitchen knife. I was back up and running before my brain could comprehend the situation. I had plenty of encouragement, though, in the form of numerous pain pricks pretty much everywhere on me.
I actually can't remember much of the running after that, just that they followed me and every time that I stopped and thought they were gone, they set me straight pretty fast.
My sister survived fairly unscathed, she was behind me far enough and beat most of them to the house. My jeans and shoes saved me a bit, but those suckers can sting through pretty much everything apparently, and ooooooooooooowmygoodness they hurt. I don't know exactly how many stings I have, but aside from my fingers everything hurts, itches and burns, Ugh.
And no worries, though, I am currently on enough benadryl to take a horse and a half down.
Tell me I am not the only one oblivious enough to the surrounding world to step on a mine filled with vicious little winged-ant vermin.
Firstly, I loath hornets, wasps and pretty much anything that can sting and fly at the time, now doubly so. Ever watch one of those tv shows where they show the swarm of bees just going crazy? Now tick them off about ten times more and put yourself in the center of it. It was a very large nest and I pretty much waltzed right on top of it.
I can't believe I didn't see them. I also don't believe I have ever run that fast or that far in such a short period of time, ever. Pfft, I probably broke some sort of record, or the sound barrier or something.

It was scary as all get out, I knew as soon as I set my foot down what I had done. And of course, as soon as I yelled for my sister to run, I turned away and fell. Omg. It was exactly like something out of a horror movie. I felt just like that girl must have just after she trips and sees the masked dude attempting to impale her with his rusty kitchen knife. I was back up and running before my brain could comprehend the situation. I had plenty of encouragement, though, in the form of numerous pain pricks pretty much everywhere on me.
I actually can't remember much of the running after that, just that they followed me and every time that I stopped and thought they were gone, they set me straight pretty fast.
My sister survived fairly unscathed, she was behind me far enough and beat most of them to the house. My jeans and shoes saved me a bit, but those suckers can sting through pretty much everything apparently, and ooooooooooooowmygoodness they hurt. I don't know exactly how many stings I have, but aside from my fingers everything hurts, itches and burns, Ugh.
And no worries, though, I am currently on enough benadryl to take a horse and a half down.
Tell me I am not the only one oblivious enough to the surrounding world to step on a mine filled with vicious little winged-ant vermin.
