My story is exactly the same as this comic except we were inside and the wasp was a pigeon. I was the "Bug Kid" who had to take any living thing outside if it was stuck inside so they were safe cause I didn't fear spiders, lizards or snakes etc. I felt like every school had one.
Lol. Good looking out. As a kid I caught a wasp by snatching it out of the air once to see if I could. I got lucky and had it pinned just right that it couldn’t sting me. But then I was like... “ok... what now?” Like- I know it’s pissed and I can’t just let it go....
As much as I love insects I can't do wasps, I won't kill them but god I couldn't snatch them out of the air with my bare hands haha did you end up letting it go? Cause some wasps would gladly chase you down if you did
I ended up realizing that I didn’t have much choice unless I was going to risk smashing it on my bare hand (which seems not only gross, but a sure fire way to get stung.) The recess bell rang and I just threw it as hard as I could and took off for the classroom. It all worked out alright (for me anyway,) but I’d just as soon rather not try doing that again- and haven’t since. Lol.
Glad that worked out for you lol. Being stung by a wasp is one of the worst and weirdest pains to experience I reckon, just burns. @vulture_ hahah that's a fair call
My homie just got stung by a paper wasp from the nest on my balcony the other day. We waited until night and then wrapped a plastic bag around it so they can't get out. It'll take time, but they're gonna die. I didn't/don't want to kill them, but they broke the truce first.
The mouse was hiding behind the bikes and I wasn’t letting it escape, I managed to make it move to the mouse trap, double bag it but it escaped while I was in the elevator as the door were closing. Unfortunately, for the mouse, the door closed on it’s neck so I watched writhe to death slowly. By the time the door opened the mouse was dead I went to pick it up but by accident I kick it and it went through the gap between the first floor and elevator. Never saw it again.
I wasn’t scared just tired, before it was hiding behind the bikes it was going from one corner to another, I had to be quick so as to not lose sight of it.
I had a dream about wasp yesterday. It was trying to kill me.
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I had a dream once that it was raining wasp that would crawl inside your brain and control you, making you infect your friends and family against your will. I didn't like that dream.
My father's friend specialized this skill even further. Whenever there's a wasp flying near his face, he'll suck it in and spit it out again in a split second. They don't even know what hit them and he never got stung lol. Meanwhile I'm getting stung by them while I'm not moving (back when I was a kid). The wasp just sat down on my arm, my mum yelled at me to stay calm because it will fly away. And I watched the wasp as it just randomly stung me for no reason whatsover. I love bees, but wasps are just straight up assholes.
My first grade teacher came in to school on a Saturday morning because she forgot some papers. As she walked around her desk, a red fox dashed across her path and stood five feet away, hissing and whining at her. She was so shocked that she grabbed her folder and ran out of the room. Dunno what happened to the fox or how it got in!
I once fingered a girl at every sermon at church camp for a week straight (this was in 7th grade)
In Elementary school we created a hole in brick wall that was falling apart, and behind a hill so the teachers couldn't see it, and those of us with houses close would run home and grab snacks and other assorted "goods" (pokemon cards and such).
My friend got kicked in the nuts so hard his ball sack ripped.
I once got in trouble because I bit a girl while I was acting like a raptor.
I used to bring my snake to school, after the 3rd time, everyone stopped freaking out and it was like nothing... just my snake chillin with me in class.
My mom was the leader of the Junior Achievement program and always gave me the worst marks possible, while making me preform as her junior associate for everything.
We had two really fat teachers in 5th grade, once they realized we were all making whale jokes at the end of the year they put on a skit about whales while we had a pizza party.
After the floors were waxed, during after-school program we'd run up and down the halls and slide like a slip n' slide.
In HS we had an 4 week long school project and our group got the key for a room that was never used (it was a photography room but we had no photography class). I worked on the project after school one day instead of going to basketball practice (I was the only one that could stay after school), so I wanked it in that room, naturally.
In middle school I couldn't figure out what was giving me gas (it was ranch dressing on the french fries), and for like 6 months I had the smelliest farts imaginable. I made my friend (ball sack dude) throw up, as he sat behind me in Language Arts.
I showed up plastered 4x to my senior year English class; nobody noticed. Everyone assumed I was a "good boy" back then because I never went out and partied.
I stole french fries nearly every single day while in HS and only got caught once because dudeman next to me in line ratted. Note: That ranch/french fry fart thing, it was the ranch, not the fries.
In 8th grade my GF and I would uh... take public displays of affection way to far near the back staircase after lunch and I'd have to hide my boner every time I went to Earth Science, usually walking in late with a shit-faced grin.
Of course all the cheating scams I masterminded.
The time I got a kid to straight up change school districts with psychological torture (he fucking started it, with my back turned he pushed me into a wire fence and the wire went through my lip).
All the bikes I stole in elementary school (I put them back, kinda, I'd take them from the bike rack and then place them back at the bike rack, but not in the same spot)... this one goes with the hole in the back we'd sneak through during recess.
Oh, about my friend that got stung by the wasp in the other post above, back in MS, he lit a trashcan in the bathroom on fire. I wasn't friends with him at the time, we only became real friends about five years ago, before that it was just basketball at the rec.
In Elementary school we created a hole in brick wall that was falling apart, and behind a hill so the teachers couldn't see it, and those of us with houses close would run home and grab snacks and other assorted "goods" (pokemon cards and such).
My friend got kicked in the nuts so hard his ball sack ripped.
I once got in trouble because I bit a girl while I was acting like a raptor.
I used to bring my snake to school, after the 3rd time, everyone stopped freaking out and it was like nothing... just my snake chillin with me in class.
My mom was the leader of the Junior Achievement program and always gave me the worst marks possible, while making me preform as her junior associate for everything.
We had two really fat teachers in 5th grade, once they realized we were all making whale jokes at the end of the year they put on a skit about whales while we had a pizza party.
In HS we had an 4 week long school project and our group got the key for a room that was never used (it was a photography room but we had no photography class). I worked on the project after school one day instead of going to basketball practice (I was the only one that could stay after school), so I wanked it in that room, naturally.
In middle school I couldn't figure out what was giving me gas (it was ranch dressing on the french fries), and for like 6 months I had the smelliest farts imaginable. I made my friend (ball sack dude) throw up, as he sat behind me in Language Arts.
I showed up plastered 4x to my senior year English class; nobody noticed. Everyone assumed I was a "good boy" back then because I never went out and partied.
In 8th grade my GF and I would uh... take public displays of affection way to far near the back staircase after lunch and I'd have to hide my boner every time I went to Earth Science, usually walking in late with a shit-faced grin.
Of course all the cheating scams I masterminded.
The time I got a kid to straight up change school districts with psychological torture (he fucking started it, with my back turned he pushed me into a wire fence and the wire went through my lip).
All the bikes I stole in elementary school (I put them back, kinda, I'd take them from the bike rack and then place them back at the bike rack, but not in the same spot)... this one goes with the hole in the back we'd sneak through during recess.