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- Jul 31, 2018
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I went in to the woods today, looking for fallen tree limbs to make staves out of to hold my leaf litter pile together.
As I was sawing up a promising section of fresh fallen tree, I had a nasty visitor in my jeans.
Mr Wasp only went and stung me on my happy sacs!


Little bastard.
What followed was a pantomime of pain; a scruffy middle aged man, dancing round in agony just off the path with his hands down his jeans, cursing loudly to the wildlife.
I am so grateful no-one walked past.
Imagine trying to explain that one to the police.
Luckily, I had cut the tree limb already and it made a useful walking staff, without which I might not have made it home.
As I was sawing up a promising section of fresh fallen tree, I had a nasty visitor in my jeans.
Mr Wasp only went and stung me on my happy sacs!
Little bastard.
What followed was a pantomime of pain; a scruffy middle aged man, dancing round in agony just off the path with his hands down his jeans, cursing loudly to the wildlife.
I am so grateful no-one walked past.
Imagine trying to explain that one to the police.
Luckily, I had cut the tree limb already and it made a useful walking staff, without which I might not have made it home.