During late summer, whenever we eat our meals outside on the deck, a wasp usually comes to check out the offering. Usually they inspect our food and then leave. The food doesn’t seem to be to their taste. They’re never aggressive and we’ve never been stung by any.

Wasps get infinitely more aggressive when they panic. Yesterday as I was cycling home, I accidentally met a wasp head on and the wind blew it into my tank top. My minimal cleavage still had enough room for it to get in. Trapped in a very tight space, the wasp immediately stung me, and then did it again on its way back out. The pain was so sudden and sharp that my first instinctive reaction was to start pulling my top off, just get it out! Before I was completely topless in the streets, I found the wasp and let it out.

Twenty-four hours later and the spot where it stung me is still itching nearly all the time, and hurting whenever I rub it to ease the itch. It doesn’t hurt badly but it’s really distracting and I kept half-waking because of it. Damn that wasp and its panic reaction.