Just got a new car last week. On Sunday, my wife and I were driving up to the beach, taking on its first long trip, a beautiful day. All windows down.
Driving north on Route 1, a hornet flies into the car and lands on my thigh.
Normally, this isn’t cause to wreck a new car, but I don’t like having the damn thing sitting there, so I swipe at it.
I miss, and to my horror, the damned thing flies up the leg of my shorts.
I am now butt-off-the-seat, swiping at my shorts with one hand as my butt gyrates in the seat at high speed, and “F**K! F**K! F**K!” coming out of my mouth.
The damn thing stung me three times on the back of my thigh where it meets the buttock. Felt like having a lit cigarette touched to your leg.
I like honeybees and even bumblebees (though I have a story about them) but wasps and hornets, I eradicate them with prejudice and without mercy any time I see them.
You should see the BBC movie “Collision” - kind of like Sliding Doors but with more of a sting.