Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-173.87.66.182-20130718045359/@comment-74.196.238.74-20150823115302

I have been stung three times in total. Once, by a honeybee. I never even felt it. It had stung my thigh and through my denim shorts, in fact, it was stuck there until it died. I eventually flicked it off when I discovered a dead bee stuck to my leg.

The other two times were by wasps... AS i SLEPT. The first one stung me on my forearm, the second stung me on the back of the neck! Those two wasps cemented my dislike for them.

Strangely, I do not hate bees. In fact, I like them. But, if I see a wasp... I get an overwhelming urge to just kill it. It feels like literal hatred. If I see one, my eyes will follow it relentlessly until it flies away or lands in a position that allows me to kill it. Either by poison or smashing it.

Bees, I barely would give a second glance. Wasps bring out a very sadistic side of me. how sadistic? Try the "Catching one alive, smashing it hard enough to hurt it but not kill it, plucking its wings, and burning it on a red-hot stovetop" kind of sadistic.