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Passive-Aggressive martyr complex.
You know, the behavioural expert.
Lay the squash on a large sheet of plastic, on your bedroom floor.
Climb up onto the wardrobe, and jump on it. You'll get plenty of chunky pieces, @karasti . Honestly, you're not very enterprising for a self-sufficient lass, are you? Do I have to show you everything - ?!
a fucking lot, thank you very much.
A two-pronged (literally!) attack, funnily enough, one on each arm, in almost the same places.
I left the location pdq.
They got on with their business, and I minded mine.
My arms swelled up to quite a sizeable lump, but one antihistamine tablet, and half an hour later, I had forgotten I had even been stung....
They like to keep thing's symmetrical huh? There's nothing worse than giant stingy things with ocd.
Any particular reason they attacked you? I mean you did then say "they'll leave you alone if you leave them alone"
It was on a camp site where I was General curator/manager. The washing facilities both for clothing and for people) consisted of a relatively open-plan building, much of which was exposed to the elements, which didn't really matter much as the weather in the open months was clement, sunny and usually very warm. The washing facilities (6 washing machines, 5 toilets and 7 shower cubicles) ran along the three sides - left, back & right - of the building, with a large open space in the middle, which had two large tables, and several laundry baskets underneath. The 4th side was open right across, but the whole, was covered with one large roof.
The beams, cross-beams and roof laths were covered in by panels, like a second skin.
I was clearing some cobwebs, brushing up in a haphazard way with a duster on an extension, and I must have disturbed a forming nest, because these two sentinels decided I was attacking them, and acted accordingly.
I think, as a result of our contretemps, they must have decided it was not such a good place to build, because I never saw any again, after that....
He can do that! Lobsters crawl, don't they....?!
I saw a jolly hunter
with a jolly gun
Walking in the country
In the jolly sun
In the jolly meadow
sat a jolly hare
saw the jolly hunter
took jolly care
Hunter jolly eager
sight of jolly prey
forgot gun pointing
wrong jolly way(!)
Jolly hunter jolly head
over heels gone
jolly old safety catch
not jolly on!
Bang! went the jolly gun
Hunter jolly dead
Jolly prey got clean away -
Jolly good I said!