I was minding my own business. Truly, I was.
While seated on the swing, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine, totally oblivious to any danger…I was assaulted. POW…just like that.
The yellow jacket popped me before I realized it was on me.
At first I wasn’t sure what had happened. As I straightened my leg I felt an odd twinge at the back of my calf and then white hot burning pain. I looked up to see the offender flying away from me.
I grabbed my calf – the pain was intense and spreading in shock waves down my leg – electric like shock waves, white hot, burning pain. A quick look at the back of my calf revealed a raised area, white in color, and within the center of it a bright red circle.
To the kitchen I hobbled for a zip top bag full of ice – then to the bathroom for an antihistamine capsule.
Twice this year I’d been stung by red wasps. They hurt. Wow, did they hurt. But, the pain from them was nothing compared to the pain that Yellow Jacket’s sting delivered. And, the reaction my body had to the venom, unparallelled.
I was stung at 4:15 yesterday afternoon and when I went to bed last night at 11 my calf was still painful, my lower leg swollen, and flashes of hot pain were still streaking down my leg.
This morning at 5 a.m. I woke to muscle cramps in that calf…. The muscles directly below the sting knotted up and I could not make them stop cramping. Nothing I tried helped. When I rose at 6:30 a.m. I could not straighten my left leg and so I hobbled about.
As I sit typing this at 7:18 a.m., my calf muscles throb with pain and the slightest movement of my foot or leg threaten to knot them up again. Massage is not an option. The muscles are too sore to touch. And, I am still unable to straighten my leg fully.
The skin around the sting site is red, warm, and elevated for three inches in all directions. The sting site itself is hard and about the size of two quarters placed side by side, swollen, sore, and incredibly itchy.
As much as I dislike killing anything, I think I will go on the offense whenever I see a Yellow Jacket. It’s kill or be killed.
They offer no warning. They don’t buzz, face you down, or drive you away. They don’t wait for provocation. They just light on you, sting you and fly away to sting again another day.
And, if you are the unlucky one to stumble upon their hive and disturb them…they chase you. They sting you. Multiple times.
Yellow Jackets, take notice. My defense was down and one of your kind slipped in and attacked me. I won’t make that mistake again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. For now on, the only good Yellow Jacket is a dead one.
No forgiveness. No grace. No mercy. It’s an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. You crossed the line and I’m going to get you and your family.
Venom is that way you know. It’s a destroyer. You filled me with your venom and now I’m out for vengeance.