We’re expecting some rain this week so I thought I’d head out early yesterday morning and get a bucket of coneflowers back in the ground.
But, I had a little more excitement than I wanted when I sunk the shovel into a ground nest of yellow jackets. They were angry, very angry. They chased me as I tried to get away, but I couldn’t get in the garage because I had several on me.
I had shorts on, and a few were trapped. If my neighbor knew how close I came to dropping those shorts right there in the yard, she’d be keeping her shades down just in case. Finally, I got the last one off me and got inside only to have the physical discomfort start.
I was able to count 24 stings. I’ve been taking Benadryl and put some cream on the sites. The swelling is down, but the feelings range from pins, needles, burning, and the worst is like creepy crawlies are all over you.
I also discovered that I must be the exception to Benadryl putting everyone to sleep. It was a really long night switching out ice packs to alleviate discomfort and wondering why in the heck I couldn’t fall asleep.
I’m usually worrying about hitchhiking ticks, but this was a whole other experience. I have to admit a fellow blogger’s post came to mind. Depending upon your own language choices, Joey’s post could be rated ‘R’ for language and being ridiculously funny in the telling of her tale.
Who knew gardening could be so dangerous? Those plants in the bucket still sitting where I dropped them are on their own.
Here’s hoping each and every one of you has a non stinging week ahead. Me? I’m getting out a couple more ice packs, and, no, you won’t find me in the garden today.
I’ll be finishing my new Longmire book, The Western Star, and thinking about a sewing project because there is no chance of me bumping into any Yellow jackets inside. 🙂