Little buggers
A friend and I spent some time some wasps which lived in a little hole in the ground, by shooting at them with an air rifle. They got real riled up.

Some time later I decided to go back to the nest to see if they were still riled up, and boy were they still angry... A whole swarm of them surrounded me, and chased me across a field. I thought I'd got away but a few of the blighters were clinging to my clothes - socks, jumper, etc, and proceeded to sting me at random intervals. I was 30 at the time, so I had no excuse for stupidity (but then, after the petrol/lightsabre incident I seem positively intelligent in comparison).

We went back with an improvised flamethrower made with a can of butane gas and a couple of sticks, and torched the fuckers. That showed them who's boss.

Oh, and I once got stampeded by a shetland pony when I was a littl'un. Left a massive hoof-mark in my back. The cunt.
( dr_fonz, Thu 2 Jun 2005, 12:03, Reply)