After weeks of relative laziness, I decided to do some work in the yard this morning. As I was moving a burning barrel that I have not used for a long time, I became aware that it was now being used as a home for hornets. Or maybe they were wasps. I didn't spend much time studying them as they were attacking me, stinging my head, hands and arms. I haven't counted, but I estimate they got me about 15 times. I reacted the same as they do in the cartoons, running and slapping myself wildly, losing my glasses in the process. It probably would be funny to watch, but my sense of humor was out of order at the time.
I got to the house and put ice on the stings (they burned) and went back to look for my glasses. (Once again, this might have been humorous - a blind man looking for his glasses.) I found them without stepping on them and beat another hasty retreat to the porch where I nursed my wounds with more ice. In a short time I developed a major headache and my body itched literally from head to foot. I sat and waited to see what other strange symptoms might develop before calling 911, but fortunately there were none and I have survived.
I will wait until after dark to exact my revenge with a can of wasp killer. I generally believe in live and let live, but this is war!
......and no more yard work!
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