Don't You Hate When That Happens?...
Yesterday, the babies were napping and I went to take one of the dogs out in the yard. I sat down on my bench swing and began contemplating my feelings about going back to work.
I felt something hit my neck and went to brush it off, thinking it was one of those damned "helicopters" that keep falling from my trees. I didn't see it come off and it felt like it went down my shirt, so I instinctively looked down my shirt.
Aaarrrggghhh!!! There was a yellow jacket down my fucking T-shirt!* Immediately, I took off my shirt, mind you I'm outside in my backyard and I'm flipping out, ever-so-quietly because I didn't want to wake my babies. I looked at my shirt on the ground and didn't see the yellow jacket. I feared it was stuck in my hair, so I took my hair clip out and continued to freak out on the inside. I checked my bra. Nothing. I felt all throughout my hair. Nothing. I checked my shirt on the ground. Nothing.
I know I saw it. It scared the piss out of me. I remembered thinking, as I saw it in my shirt, "How the hell am I going to get this off without being stung?" And the dog, of course, thought it was playtime. Realizing I was outside without my shirt on, I ran into the house, frantically calling the dog to get inside, waving my arms and swearing like a madwoman.
I brushed my hair upside down to make sure the yellow jacket hadn't gotten stuck in it. I must've turned my shirt inside out a dozen times to make sure it wasn't in there anymore. I took off my bra, checked under my nursing pads, everything. I even stripped naked to checked my whole body for any signs of a bite or that dastardly yellow jacket. Nothing. It had to have flown away during all of my hullaballoo.
It took me ten minutes to put my shirt back on and I continued to feel "buggy" the rest of the day. So, what was the first thing I did when I ran into the house, prior to my full-body inspection?
I locked the back door because you never know if those damned yellow jackets will be able to open it. Explain the logic in THAT.
*This will give me nightmares for years, people. Heh...
I felt something hit my neck and went to brush it off, thinking it was one of those damned "helicopters" that keep falling from my trees. I didn't see it come off and it felt like it went down my shirt, so I instinctively looked down my shirt.
Aaarrrggghhh!!! There was a yellow jacket down my fucking T-shirt!* Immediately, I took off my shirt, mind you I'm outside in my backyard and I'm flipping out, ever-so-quietly because I didn't want to wake my babies. I looked at my shirt on the ground and didn't see the yellow jacket. I feared it was stuck in my hair, so I took my hair clip out and continued to freak out on the inside. I checked my bra. Nothing. I felt all throughout my hair. Nothing. I checked my shirt on the ground. Nothing.
I know I saw it. It scared the piss out of me. I remembered thinking, as I saw it in my shirt, "How the hell am I going to get this off without being stung?" And the dog, of course, thought it was playtime. Realizing I was outside without my shirt on, I ran into the house, frantically calling the dog to get inside, waving my arms and swearing like a madwoman.
I brushed my hair upside down to make sure the yellow jacket hadn't gotten stuck in it. I must've turned my shirt inside out a dozen times to make sure it wasn't in there anymore. I took off my bra, checked under my nursing pads, everything. I even stripped naked to checked my whole body for any signs of a bite or that dastardly yellow jacket. Nothing. It had to have flown away during all of my hullaballoo.
It took me ten minutes to put my shirt back on and I continued to feel "buggy" the rest of the day. So, what was the first thing I did when I ran into the house, prior to my full-body inspection?
I locked the back door because you never know if those damned yellow jackets will be able to open it. Explain the logic in THAT.
*This will give me nightmares for years, people. Heh...