I almost became one with an urban legend this weekend. On a break from playing volleyball, I drank a yellowjacket wasp from a soda can. Luckily, my own sense of self preservation kept it out of my throat, and the "stung in the windpipe, throat closed up and she died" legend. I escaped with a rather nasty sting to the face. Right underneath and on
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*spit*
"Spitting disorder. Can't help it. Every time someone mentions it, I compulsively spit in their face. Next."
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