I swear to god: a hornet climbed into my pants yesterday as they were drying on the line. It must have fallen asleep until I, unaware of its existence, put the pants on.
Stinging my leg was its last act on Earth.
I'm all for cheap laughs, but come on....
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A very subtle and funny writer - one I've become obsessed with over the past year - in a decidedly Muriel Spark mood. Imagine The Pr...
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Next time use a dryer like a normal person.
A dryer? On a review editor's wages?
What industry do you work for?
Hornets AND wage slavery!
Sting-y and stingy!
Once two wasps (not WASPs) flew up my shorts while I bicycled through a park. I pulled down my pants and swatted my legs. The wasps stung me. An older woman giggled. My boxers, my precious boxers... . It was the height of provincial merriment let me tell you.
Once a bumblebee somehow managed to fly up the sleeve of my leather jacket while I was riding my motorbike down the highway. The gap between the cuff and my wrist wasn't much bigger than a bumblebee, but up it went. Till it reached my triceps, where it started stinging me desperately. I managed to pull over to the shoulder without incident, despite repeatedly swatting at my left arm with my right (throttle and brake)hand, ripped off the jacket and shook out a half-crushed bumbler. I almost felt sorry for the little fucker. But I still had 3 hours of riding ahead of me.
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