I was out early this morning to water
the plants in the front of the house. In spite of the time it was already quite
warm. Not long after I started, I felt something crawling on my back or could
it have been my imagination. I was wearing a tank top so there were several
access points for entry of this intruder. I hung on to the hose and wiggled my
shoulders, hoping that would make the feeling go away. It did not, but
persisted. Then I reached one had around and felt the area until it contacted
something under my shirt. Immediately I grabbed this thing that was about a
fourth of an inch long. Even though it grossed me out a little I smashed it
between my fingers as I dropped the hose and moved rapidly towards the back
porch. Once there I stripped off my top to discover that there was a small wasp
entangled in the threads. I shook it out, dashed up stairs to get a different
top, sped back downstairs, out the door, ran to the front, picked up the hose
and pointed it something that I really wanted to water. The creepy feeling of
something else on my back stayed with me for a time, but I am glad I had not
been stung.
I remember once my bother put a June bug
down my back. It was more quite the experience as their feet feel more like
tiny claws as they try to get some footing. Back in those days I did not wear a
shirt, but a dress, even around home. I grabbed the zipper, pulled down, and let
that bug escape, while my brother practically rolled on the ground laughing at
my antics.
I also remember a morning that I put
on my underpants which were lying on the chair. After I got them on I realized
that there was a bug in them. I ran to my brother’s room where he squeezed and
killed the intruder which again turned out to be a wasp. How that got in the
house and in my pants was a mystery that we never did solve.
Paula
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