LET ME BE THE JUDGE OF THAT!
For those of you that had spent some considerable time out in the garden in the warmer months, you may have noticed that there has been quite a bit of activity in the wasp department. In fact, there was an article on the news stating that it had been a rather nasty season for wasp activity, and as a consequence, there were quite a few people stung by the little buggers. I, being like many this summer, have been on the receiving end of the stingy end, more than once. This particular weekend day, was the day that I routinely scrub out the chickens drinking barrels, and replenish them with fresh water. And this is where one should always be aware of the environment around them, as, I ,on this particular day found out the hard way. As I upended the barrel, I hit the side of the coup. Now this wouldn’t ordinarily be an issue, except unbeknown to me, there was a block of flats full of angry shift workers ( whom I woke up ) nested just underneath the eaves of the coup, and when they took off, they were on Harley Davidson bikes and they were sporting their colours. The first sting landed squarely on the back of my neck, a king hit that I didn’t see coming. I threw my hand in that general direction, when I was struck yet again on the back of my hand. The next and final blow, was to the side of the face, right on my jaw line. I’m alittle bit confused about what happened next, as my arms were flailing around like an octopus that had just smoked crack, and after pin balling myself off several objects around the pens, I was able to reorientate myself again. As I made my way out of the pens, there were several customers looking at the display area and Sue was doing her best to keep up with them. She gave me a curious and frustrated ‘ give a hand would you ‘ look as I held onto my face and ignored her and the customers, and made a beeline for the shop in order to do something to relieve the pain. As I approached the doorway to enter the shop, there was a man and his wife waiting and he was looking really quite anxious. As I came through the door, he tells me that he’d just purchased some fingerlings, and he needed to know how much to feed his fish, as he had a new system. I asked him to give me a moment, but as I went to walk off he stepped in front of me and anxiously asked the same question. I’ve been stung I said, just give me a moment and I’ll be with you. He wouldn’t except that, and so I had to point him in Sue’s direction, whilst I recouped myself. Later that afternoon, when the shop had closed and I was sitting back nursing my injuries, Sue was claiming that I was being a bit of a sook, as bee stings were far worse than a wasp stings. At this time I was unable to debate this, I recalled as a young child of approximately 5 or 6, being stung by a bee when playing in the back yard bare footed in spring, and the lawn was covered in dandelions and of course bees. Now I can remember the incident distinctly because my brother who is 3 years older than myself, removed the sting immediatly and I thought that he was the bravest person in the whole wide world for putting himself in danger by removing it, but I couldn’t recall exactly how it felt. I have had experience in the wasp stinging department before, when I was at another brothers, who has a farm in Harvey, and I copped multiple stings to my back when it, or they flew down the back of my shirt. That was like the tail end of the Benny Hill show ( minus the music ) as I removed my shirt and ran around in my bra with arms again flailing, whilst he was bent over in fits of laughter. Back to the incident. The following day, the swelling had really taken hold, as I had a Notre Dame neck, a Saint Bernard jowl and a hand like Shrek, oh and the itching was insatiable. It took around 4 days for the swelling to subside, but the itching remained for a week or so. I was just getting some relief from that, just in time for the bee sting to happen. I was removing a piece of foam from a water tank, and I didn’t notice the little bee sitting on the side of it, and was stung. I removed the sting immediatly and put and ice pack on it. I was able to get to the freezer straight away, because that guy was at home feeding his fingerlings their tablespoon of 3mm pellets, and wasn’t there to stand in my way. My hand did end up swelling the next day, and stayed swollen for 3 to 4 days, and I was also subject to the same insatiable itching. THE RESULTS ARE IN. The pain from a wasp sting ( as a general rule, multiple stings ) is like having all your teeth extracted, without an anaesthetic, whilst having something sharp poked in your eye. A bee sting is like pinching your skin. It hurts quite a bit, but the pain does subside alot quicker. And also the bee dies which is really quite sad. Sooooo I’ve learnt many things over the last 12 months, but nothing is as important as these 4 things. Wasp stings are by far the worst in comparison to a bee sting, and Sue is an uncaring bitch. And bloody hell….aquaponics people are really focused aren’t they? I could have had a partially severed head and that guy wouldn’t have let me pass. Don’t expect first aid from an aquaponics person unless you’re a fish. Oh and did I mention that Sue is an uncaring bitch? And I’ll be the judge of that.