That Ain't No Honey, Bee

So, yes, as alluded to, the downside of my adventure to the Interior was that I managed to get myself stung [three times to be exact] by a certain unidentified variety of Gigantic Mad Killer Brazilian Wasp. I admit that I was slightly at fault as I stepped on their nest, but it was hidden away, clearly out of human sight - what was I to do? In fact, there was nothing I could do except run - which incidentally, while I always thought running to be a rather humourous response to being swarmed by bees or wasps, it works! It really does. Unfortunately the instinct to run only kicked in after being stung.

I have to say, aside from the intense pain of the stings, I never dreamed that my ankle and wrist would swell to the magnitude that they did. My ankle looked as if someone had gone at it with a baseball bat - red, purple, swollen, painful! A week later, it is still swollen, although my ankle bone has started to show itself again which is a good sign. Not sure whether or not I should be worried, I got myself checked out by an Allergyologist who gave me a prescription "for next time". Here's hoping I'll never need it. Hobble, hobble, hobble.