Hello. It’s me!!
That’s what contempt looks like. Contempt for “Vespula Vulgaris” … the “common wasp”.
Here’s the story. Mom and Dad decide to go camping. Oh, finally, FINALLY we’re going to have some fun, after a record warm summer with more than fifty (50) days with high temperatures above 110 degrees. We drive north to Flagstaff. Set up. A cold front blows through and now we’re bundled up around a fire with temperatures in the 30s. Still cozy inside the RV. All in all, I’m happy to be out in nature, even if we’re experiencing a 70 degree temperature swing, #amirite?
The mercury rises all the way up to around 60 degrees the next day. By late morning, I’m sitting in my lawn chair, enjoying life, when I hear something buzzing around me.
It’s “Vespula Vulgaris”.
I’m just annoyed enough to take a bite out of this buzzer. I chomp, he evades, then I chomp again and he evades. On his third lap around my head, I chomp and this time I’VE GOT HIM!!
In my mouth.
I should warn you, this is the point in the story where the plot blows wide open.
This little buzzer, oh I don’t know, maybe he was worried I’d swallow him or something, he tries to make a run for it back out of my mouth. Just as I’m trying to squeeze him between my molars, he gets to my lip, and as I close down again HE STINGS ME.
HE STINGS ME.
Uncomfortably, I might add.
Mom takes me into the RV, evaluates my mouth, and pulls a stinger out of my lip.
For the next few hours, I throbbed in pain, with a non-symmetric lip.
From there, I kinda lost interest in camping. I mean, our setup was sweet, but the attack by the murder hornet put a real stain on what could have been a fulfilling and relaxing mid-week vacation.
So we headed home. The haze of California wild fires accelerated our unload.
In a different world, a warmer world, maybe wildfire embers and ambers will singe the hindquarters of “Vespula Vulgaris”, allowing my vacation to proceed unfettered. Sometimes camping stings. This was one of those times.
Did Dash have any doggy benadryl to get him through? Poor Dash. Same thing happened to Roger once only it was by drinking a beer
Half a Benadryl solved the problem, yes!
Oh poor you Dashie! So lucy that mom was able to get that nasty stinger! We all love Benedryl! !Sending you all love and virtual hugs….Auntie M
That dang vulgar wasp!! Poor Dash 😦 No more wasp snatching, k?!?
The year of the wasp!! they are even attacking our lovely hummingbirds. Sorry about your experience–but I bet next time you don’t try to eat one. We are having torrential rain right now and glad of it. Maybe it will put out some fires.
I miss you Dash–take care. Auntie Janet
Sorry the camping wasn’t so much fun, Dash. Also glad your face didn’t swell up and make you look like a Shar Pei with all the wrinkles. Hang in there, it’s bound to get better.