Bunny and I are leaving the old homestead (which we'll rent out) for life aboard a 40' Monaco Diplomat RV. We've actually already moved aboard, and that's working out reasonably well.
Anyway, yesterday we were down at the house getting stuff ready for the "moving sale," when I decided to bring Bunny's potting cart from the side of the house closer to the hose to clean it up and make it ready for sale.
I grabbed the handle and started pulling and that's when I found the wasps--or rather, the wasps found me.
Seems there was a very large nest of the critters, and they took offense to my attempts to move their home.
Thay nailed me on the right hand--initially, I thought I'd suffered only two stings. But, it's hard to count accurately when your hand is being subjected to intense pain. I later discovered that I'd taken at least five stings, and maybe a couple more glancing blows.
I iced everything down immediately, and the pain soon diminished to merely awful. I took a couple of benedryl before I went to bed and figuered the worst was over.
About 2 AM, I was awakened from a sound sleep by the intense pain of my now swollen hand. My paw looked like a fielder's mitt and I didn't know what was worse, the itch or the pain.
It's been nearly 36 hours now, and I still have a hand that's twice the size of normal. Still itches like crazy, but the pain has diminished. It has had an unexpected benefit in that I can't get my hand into the pocket where the money lives.
I'm not seeking sympathy. But I wanted to get this dcown on the thread while I am still able to use my hand.
Them little sumb!tches sting hard!
FWIW,
Crusader