This week I was stung by a wasp in a peculiar place.
I was at work, and simply strolled from one building into another (a total of 20m max)
And began talking to a colleague.
I start spasming
And saying "ow!"
And lifting up my shirt.
As you can probably imagine, I got some very odd looks.
(And pulled some too).
I couldn't see anything on my skin,
So I started looking on the inside of my shirt,
A tiny tiny wasp flew out from the depths of my bellybutton.
A WASP STUNG ME IN MY BELLYBUTTON!
I ask you,
Are the chances of a wasp being that tiny,
Landing IN a bellybutton
AND STINGING SIX TIMES!?!
Apparently, if you are me, 1:1.
Admittedly, I do have a rather deep inny bellybutton.
And because I'm allergic to bees,
I was scared that I might become an outty.
But that doesnt excuse the fact that the only ice offered to me was in the form of a frozen 2L milk bottle.
It could maybe hold a pencil, but 2L of ice?
So my bellybutton is now tainted.
It's hymenoptera virginity has been tainted.
And I am all the more experienced.