Yesterday I must have been bitten by another yellow fly, this time on the hand. It is still swollen like a cartoon hand.
This morning I went to sit down in a chair on the porch, put my hand down on the chair and realized immediately that a wasp was already there. It stung me. Of course. Who can blame it?
Just went out to the garden and was looking at the chicken Mr. Moon was trying to chase out when it became abundantly clear to me that I was standing in a nest of red ants.
I might just go back to bed as I believe I may have already used up my daily quota of curse words.