At around the age of 12
My friend and i discovered a wasps nest in a patch of tall grass at the edge of a field.
For some reason that i still cannot comprehend, we decided that it would be a good idea to attack the nest with bamboo canes.

Being the first in the action, the wasps naturally decided that I was their main threat, and they piled on to me. After i had dropped my cane and run, screaming, for a hundred or so metres, the majority of the wasp cloud had decided that their duty was served, and buggered off back to the nest.

With a fair amount of adrenalin coursing through my veins, and with the threat not yet over, I had not registered the pain of the 15-20 stings on my arms and neck. I was more concerned that a significant number of wasps were on my groin area, trying their best to get their little stings though my trousers and y-fronts into the fleshy delights beneath.

Not wanting to touch them, i agitatedly suggested that my friend assist in getting the bastards off. Naturally, he decided the best way to do this was to whack them off with his bamboo cane.

This was quite bad, and somewhat degrading, but honestly the worst pain was the 6 stings on my feet. They lasted for ages and would become irritated again if you walked.
( 100% Cock Raw like carrots., Fri 30 Jul 2010, 17:19, Reply)