Bees
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Joined: Mar 2009
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From: Maryland
Hey Vator, where's the picture? Seriously though, have you ever been barbecuing and had wasps flying around? It's because they're meat eaters. If it was a wasp that flew up in your glove, he bit you. Since I know how much you like to illistrate, next time get a picture. 
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You can learn more at waspnailedyourass@beestingwaspbite.netem
lol.
Stage IV
Joined: Dec 2008
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was out riding with some buddies last weekend on some back roads when i came up on a guy pulling a car trailer loaded with honey bee hives,next thing i know the covers started blowing off the hives and thousands of bees everywhere! didnt get stung but it sure was interesting!
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Joined: Dec 2007
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From: elsewhere
I had one last week get stuck in my hair and sting me just above the temple. I had a heck of a time getting it out of my hair. Said a bunch of nice, choice words, too. It freakin' hurt for a while
Last edited by scoteh; Apr 30, 2009 at 09:06 PM.
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From: GA
It's a long story, but a good one, I think:
I am riding from where my family lives in Iowa to Chicago. It is a chilly, cloudy morning so I have the sleeves on my leathers zipped and leather gloves on. The sun comes out and it gets warmer about the time I am getting into the heavier traffic entering the Chicago suburbs so I take off my gloves and drop them into the front of my coat, unzip my sleeves (I have a t-shirt on underneath) and proceed to run about 75 mph in heavy expressway traffic.
All of a sudden I feel a burning in my armpit and I realize a wasp is stinging me. It had flown into my leather sleeve and then into my t-shirt sleeve. (hold your arm up in front of you and you can see how the t-shirt hangs) How did I know it was a wasp, you ask? Because a wasp can sting more than once.
I couldn't just let go of the throttle to swat at him so I started trying to crush him in my armpit, which just knocked him down inside my t-shirt where he started stinging me on the love handle. I finally get the bike slowed down, off the road and into a parking lot where I jump off, rip off my leathers and pull up my shirt. The little bastard falls on the ground where I proceed to start stomping him while cussing up a blue streak.
The girl that was on the back of the bike thought I had lost my mind.
Two weeks later I am getting some ink done and tell my artist the story. I now have a little wasp tattooed inside my left bicep up near the pit where I was stung.
I am riding from where my family lives in Iowa to Chicago. It is a chilly, cloudy morning so I have the sleeves on my leathers zipped and leather gloves on. The sun comes out and it gets warmer about the time I am getting into the heavier traffic entering the Chicago suburbs so I take off my gloves and drop them into the front of my coat, unzip my sleeves (I have a t-shirt on underneath) and proceed to run about 75 mph in heavy expressway traffic.
All of a sudden I feel a burning in my armpit and I realize a wasp is stinging me. It had flown into my leather sleeve and then into my t-shirt sleeve. (hold your arm up in front of you and you can see how the t-shirt hangs) How did I know it was a wasp, you ask? Because a wasp can sting more than once.
I couldn't just let go of the throttle to swat at him so I started trying to crush him in my armpit, which just knocked him down inside my t-shirt where he started stinging me on the love handle. I finally get the bike slowed down, off the road and into a parking lot where I jump off, rip off my leathers and pull up my shirt. The little bastard falls on the ground where I proceed to start stomping him while cussing up a blue streak.
The girl that was on the back of the bike thought I had lost my mind.
Two weeks later I am getting some ink done and tell my artist the story. I now have a little wasp tattooed inside my left bicep up near the pit where I was stung.