5:15AM, I was out and about, showing face among the sombre early morning running community. Then I got stung by a wasp.
Finding myself in the middle of a debate about whether or not I should even have gotten up this early, I was interrupted by a burst of stinging pain in the center of my palm. It's been a while since I had a run in with a wasp, I was amazed at how freaking painful it was. At one point I found myself thinking theres no way getting shot in the hand could be much worse.
The thing with getting shot is, there's at least a loud noise, screaming women and children or at least 100 grams of coke and a 25 year jail term to keep your mind off the burn. Where as a wasp sting is like being stabbed by a ninja in the library. You're left alone, without any distractions, only a feeling of being one upped by nature.I stomped my foe, then stood awkwardly in the middle of the road trying to suck the venom out of my hand. All indications are that I failed completely; my hand is still puffy 6 hours later.
