and another thing...
My mate and I being young happy go lucky lads of about 11 or 12 summers decide to go and have an adventure in the woods.

No, not that kind of adventure.

Anyway it was a nice summers day in Yorkshire and we climbed over a few dry stone walls making our way up a hill.

Having landed after jumping over one wall my mate (yes it happened to him the unlucky bastard) had placed his hands into the grass to stabilise him and brought up his hand while uttering a very high pitched scream.

A wasp had embedded it's sting into the knuckle joint of his finger, and since he had subsequently extended his finger, had trapped the sting and the wasp. Trying to calm an highly agitated friend so the wasp could be removed is quite hard at the best of times.

What was worse was the fact that we had landed in the wasps nest and soon hundreds, maybe thousands, no millions of the buggers were buzzing around.

By the time we had got back to the house he was a mass of stings, even up his shorts perilously close to his member.

I remained unscathed and still look back upon the day with mirth. My friend does not.
(monkeyseemonkeydo, Sun 5 Sep 2004, 16:15, Reply)