Friday, August 6, 2010
A wee bit of Friday fun this afternoon, me thinks. Of the dead fly art variety, courtesy of Swedish photographer Lemuhr. There’s been a bloody big bluebottle flying round my room all week annoying my head and I wish he'd go join his friends here. Hey, it could be worse. It could be a wasp. Actually a wasp wouldn’t have lasted this long. I would’ve already got my exterminator to sort it out by now.
Speaking of, we’re fast approaching my most dreaded part of the year- dying wasp season- and I’m gearing myself up for a nervy couple of months. I was only ever stung by one once, and it was by a dead one at that. I was about six and I thought it was terrible the poor thing had been swatted down so I went over to give it a pet. I stupidly ran my thumb over the stinger and within a matter minutes my whole arm had turned black. I could see the blackness moving up through my veins and everything. That was the end of my sympathy for wasps. I still don’t kill any myself, but not for any ethical or noble reason. I’m just so scared of them now that I wouldn’t be able to get near enough to thwart the wee buggers. Well enough of my moaning. Hope you’re all having a lovely start to the weekend!