Wasps.
When I was but a nipper, I developed a fear of bees and wasps. As I grew up, it became mainly focused on wasps, which as everyone knows, are evil.

It became much less severe after I was finally stung, but I'm still left with a nervous reaction..... anything buzzing near me unexpectedly will cause me to flail about like a mong.

As I've previously said, I used to work in a sweet factory and during the summer it was infested with the things. They swarmed around the place, and many were slain by my big heat resistant gloves. One, however, took revenge upon me in a rather amusing fashion......

One day, I had made some fudge and was about to pour it. Now, this involved the fudge being poured into a large semi-spherical stainless steel pot, which I and my boss then carried to a long flat table where it was poured and levelled..... one of us would hold the pot while it was scraped out and the other would go back and refill a second pot.... all very efficient. It might also be relevant to say I had a massive fancy for the girl doing the scraping.

So there I am. Holding this big pot with both hands, gazing longingly at the lovely lady when, from stage right, our villain appears. A wasp. It was like slow motion, I felt it's little legs curl around the top of my ear as I suddenly heard the loud buzzing. Fear shot through me like a lightning bolt as without thinking I instinctively tried to swat it away......

BOOONNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!

Forehead met roasting hot pot. I tried to pass off my beaming red face as burns but no-one bought it.

Wasps. I hate 'em.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Fri 11 Apr 2008, 14:47, Reply)