The Wasp and I

It was a hazard I wasn’t expecting

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Never make a wasp angry.

The queue at the chippy looked long, and I needed to join it before others did. I was scurrying across the road when we crashed into each other. For me, it was like a good friend tapping me on the shoulder. For the wasp, it must have felt like he’d driven into a wall.

Anger raged towards the fool — me — for daring to cross his path.

Furious, he flew straight back at me.

“Ouch!”

A swish sent the wasp hurtling away from me, but not before he had delivered his venom, and oh man, did it hurt. The skin burned. It felt like someone was pinching me from the inside. Wounded, and feeling briefly reflective, I joined the queue.

My first thought?

I should look for wasps, as well as cars, when crossing the road.