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Today I learned a painful lesson, that those "harmless" wasp-like critters do, in fact, sting.  One of them managed to get inside and was buzzing around the office.  I dispatched it with one of my New Balances and I though that was that.  Later, after Barb came down, I was working on paperwork and put my feet under my desk when the little fucker stung me.

It had managed to pull its broken body toward the cause of it's impending death.  In a last gasp of its spiricules, it nailed me between the two smallest toes on my right foot.  I immediately yelled "MOTHER FUCKER STUNG ME!" and proceded to rail death upon it with my tennis shoe, all the while yelling "DIE MUTHERFUCKER!  DIE!" repeatedly.  After which, I scooped the still quivering remains into the trash and took it out.

It wasn't really that bad, not as bad as a paper wasp, but it did hurt.  I put some Benadryl gel on a bandaid and covered it up, it seems to be doing okay.  But this was UNDER MY DESK!  I'm supposed to be safe there from this sort of stuff (wasps, muggings, al-queda) in my house.  What next?  Satellites falling from the sky?

Oh yeah, it looked a little like this:



It was about 1/2" long and black.