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Last week I was gassing my car and a wasp was crawling on the ground by my foot. I considered crushing it, but ultimately decided not to since it wasn’t a yellow jacket or a hornet. Two minutes later I’m making a turn onto a busy road where I have to move fast and time things so I can get over 3 lanes in a hurry, when I feel something crawling on my neck. While turning the wheel and accelerating I went to brush it away and my hand recognized it as a wasp just as it stung me on my sunburnt neck. Somehow I managed to not wreck my car. Also couldn’t find the wasp while driving until I had stopped and gotten out, at which time I ended the life of that ungrateful mother****er. This felt like the right place to tell this story.
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