sounds like prime time comedy right there.I've never been stung by a wasp (yet) thankfully.
Back in S.A. we have several varieties - I don't know their botanical names but the two main types I encountered were large black and yellow ones with a massive abdomen and a kind of skinny petiole. Would be quite loud in flight and would fly with its legs hanging down underneath it. Our palm tree by the swimming pool was swarming with them.
The second type was smaller but a kind of rust and black colour - would often nest under eaves or in corners of external doors and stuff. My friend and I entered a joint venture to acquire an 80cc scooter from his sister. We just used to hare around the plot with it - his plot was 2.2 acres of pretty much flat grass with 1 or 2 trees but it made for an excellent trial course.
Off he goes and I'm watching / timing and then for some reason on a straightaway he appears to lose control, falls and begins shouting unintelligibly, beating himself and simultaneously tearing his shirt asunder. I thought he'd taken leave of his senses for a minute until he came charging up to me and "Why the fuck didn't you help?" I stared at him incredulously for a second wondering what on earth he was on about - then he pointed to where he'd been stung - a wasp of some sort had gone up his short sleeve and got stuck in his armpit and just laid into him - welts with tiny pinpricks of blood were forming.
I felt sorry for him but still have no idea what he expected me to help him with!
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