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moonjaguar
2009-02-10 01:13 am UTC (link)

That's why I won't go barefoot in the yard. Even if I wasn't allergic to venom, I'd still be allergic to the idea of getting stung by some stinging thing. Times I stepped on bees were just, well, bees minding their own business getting pollen and I felt kind of bad. Yellow jackets, ugh, I hate when those nasty foul-tempered bastards. They're on my shit list with roaches but at least roaches don't sting.

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also_not_a_pipe
2009-02-10 03:18 am UTC (link)

Our house was on a hill, with a sort of natural bowl in the backyard. One afternoon my younger sister and I were playing a game with our neighbors next door that involved running down one side of the bowl and up the other. I think I would have been around seven or eight, which would make my sister five or six.

So the neighbor kid had a go, and then it was my turn to run across the bowl. And as I came up to it I saw a couple of yellow jackets come up from the ground and doing that zig-zaggy I WANT TO STING YOU dance of theirs, so I veered off and went straight up to the second-story deck. I see no reason why I would not have been yowling about teh beez at that point, being that now I just freeze and hyperventilate if a wasp comes within a yard of me and that's having learned to manage my phobia since I was a kid. But for whatever reason my sister ran across the yard and they swarmed her and got all into her hair and clothes so that she brought them in the house with her.

Somehow she managed to only get stung twice, but the main thing I remember about it was that I ended up curled up and sobbing in the bathtub because there was a bee in my room, and I wouldn't go down to the ground floor for like three weeks after because I didn't know for sure the bees were down there. But yeah, to this day I don't go anywhere without shoes.

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