Settle down everyone so I can tell my story. Yesterday I was relaxing in the warm rays of the South Carolina sun smoking a Camel unfiltered gently humming a tune. When I went to get up I grasped the back of an adjacent chair only to realize in an instant that I was stung viciously by a wasp, and no not an White Anglo-Saxon Protestant but a member of the suborder Apocrita. My middle finger has swollen, and I was unfairly taken advantage of by antiquated Southern medical errors such as placing water and tobacco on the site of injection. Now as a human I feel the need for vengeance. I was thinking about luring the wasp into my room with the placement of pillows under the sheets, and when he attempts to prey on my sleeping body I will walk of behind him and inject a syringe of sodium cyanide into his abdomen. If you have any suggestions as to my vengeance I will happily read and discredit them.
But it hasn't licked my ballsack. Plus you responded to this thread way too quickly. Which gives me the suspicion that perhaps you may be working for this wasp.
So you are working for this terrorist group known as "Yellow Jacket" AKA: "Predator Insect". Well bring it on, these colors don't run!
Take out a restraining order against the wasp because since insects are people too they are duty bound to obey the laws of the land. You could sue the wasp and any self-respecting, God fearing jury would swiftly award you his hornet's nest as compensation for your pain and suffering.
That's the thing, I was thinking about suing, but I think he's kinda poor and doesn't have much to give me.
