When I was a kid, I used to turn over the landscaping timbers around the house to find lizards and such to catch. One time, wasps had built a huge nest under one and I ripped the nest open when I turned it over. Man, did those things sting the ever-loving shit out of me. My whole body was covered in stings.

Any nest I found after that, I made it my mission to get rid of it. I’d put on whatever clothes I had like winter gloves, long sleeve shirts helmets, etc. Of course, whatever I put on always seemed insufficient to protect me and I’d still get the shit stung out of me. What a dumb kid.