Naughty wasp RIP

A while back I made fun of my husband because a teeny little wasp caught him unawares when he was planting a bush in the front garden. He got stung and made a song and dance about it as men do. I posted about it at the time.

Well I shouldn't have made fun because I got stung last week, Wednesday actually, and my wrist is still red and irritating me even now as I write and it's Sunday and I've got through half a tube of Anthisan! It's the first time I've ever been stung and I honestly didn't know how much they could hurt or last. I hadn't done anything to offend the little devil, it just landed on me and I felt its presence and then a sharp pain and when I waved my arm it wouldn't shake off it kept hurting and when I looked I could see it was clinging to me. I swiped it with my other hand and it certainly got off me then in fact if fell to the floor where I stamped on it. So it's gone to wasp heaven and good riddance, and I hope I never get stung again, I'll certainly be a bit more wary of them from now on.

I told P if the redness and irritation hasn't gone by tomorrow at the latest I'm going to call into the pharmacy and ask his advice. P said it would be gone and to stop thinking about it and stop rubbing it which only stirs it up more. He said if I'm still whingeing (I haven't been whingeing!) about it tomorrow he'll give me a real sting to think about and the wasp's efforts will pale into insignificance. It was said good naturedly and I know it was intended as a joke so I quickly said "Ooh yes please". Somehow I think P's remedy might be more fun than the pharmacist's.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
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A Wasp got me Spanked

Well indirectly anyway. It didn't live to see me get spanked because my husband killed it, several times, shortly after it stung him. You see we'd been at our local market in the town square on Saturday afternoon buying shrubs and plants, not something P does very often, in fact I had to cajole him into it. He also paid because the trader wanted cash and I didn't have any:)

Anyway walking back to the car, his arms weighed down with bags of greenery, a wasp stung him on the arm. P dropped the bags from his right hand and swatted it but it came back again and this time he crushed it against his sleeve, my husband hates wasps, he likes bees but hates wasps, doesn't see a point to them. Anyway he was angry, then a bit embarrassed because people were watching and he retrieved the bags and made for the car. I showed appropriate concern, never having had a sting I had no idea what they were like, he said it was nothing but kept looking down at it every few minutes. When we got home he left the plants in the car and went straight in the house to find some TCP or disinfectant, he asked me where it was and I told him I didn't think either was appropriate, he needed to wash the sting area with some soap and water and apply some antihistamine. I found him some Anthisan which we use on mosquito bites and he rubbed loads of it onto the swelling which, he said, was hurting.

When I asked him if he was going to put our purchases into the soil he said "I've just been stung by a fucking wasp!" as if to say I shouldn't even be asking.

I said "But you said in the car it was nothing and you've got some cream on it now." I was smiling. Men are babies. "I'll go and get them out the car then and bring some garden tools from the shed and you can join me when you've had a lie down." I was joking only bloody joking!

Obviously my husband wasn't as badly injured as he'd inferred because he got up and took me by the arm, propelled me upstairs to the bedroom and spanked me after yanking my jeans and knickers down. He did it hard too and I loved it and was trying to think of more things to say to provoke him but I wasn't quick enough. It was over in two or three minutes and I was dumped on the bed with a throbbing backside. He told me he was going to go and sort the plants out and I was to pull my knickers and jeans up and come out and join him, with a mug of tea, and no more jokes about his sting.

When I got outside he was halfway done, it was sunny and warm and there were bees buzzing in the lavender and an occasional wasp cruising around, which P kept an eye on. I told him I'd stand guard if he wanted, while he was finishing. He gave me a warning look but then asked me to go and get the Anthisan tube just in case. I did but he didn't get stung again, and nor did I, worse luck.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

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