10 thoughts on ““The pain, while crippling, subsides rather quickly””
I've been stung by one. Yeah, it hurts, but not lie down and scream hurt. A bit worse than a scorpion, worse than a black widow or fire ants, but no worse for me than a paper wasp or hornet sting.
My most recent encounter with one was during one of my final trips back to Nevada. I smacked one with my truck at 70 mph. It kinda hung onto my wiper blade for the last 30 or so miles of the trip. When I parked, the sumbitch crawled off. It took me 3 stomps to kill it.
A friend of my older brother punched me so hard in the chest it broke a rib. No reason, he just wanted to punch someone who couldn't fight back. Almost punctured my right lung, and it's still concaved. He died in Viet Nam, the end.
I've been stung by one. Yeah, it hurts, but not lie down and scream hurt. A bit worse than a scorpion, worse than a black widow or fire ants, but no worse for me than a paper wasp or hornet sting.
My most recent encounter with one was during one of my final trips back to Nevada. I smacked one with my truck at 70 mph. It kinda hung onto my wiper blade for the last 30 or so miles of the trip. When I parked, the sumbitch crawled off. It took me 3 stomps to kill it.
| Careful with that wasp, Eugene. |
just be thankful that you’re not a tarantula, or you’d end up paralyzed and being eaten alive by wasp larvae.
I would think you'd want to be eaten first.
Play your cards right and you will be.
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It's a new world. A terrible, shitty new world:
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I'm sending a few friends around. They can help.
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Life is like that.
[also this fucking laptop ]
A friend of my older brother punched me so hard in the chest it broke a rib. No reason, he just wanted to punch someone who couldn't fight back. Almost punctured my right lung, and it's still concaved. He died in Viet Nam, the end.
I had chronic bronchitis and pleurisy back then, so the frequent coughing fits kept it from healing properly. I got better.
I was like 12 or 13, he was at least 16 because he had a car. I think that's why my brother hung out with him.