It’s been a long time since I last had an intruder on my property. During the first year of this blog, 2009, I had a whole bunch of them. Let’s take a wander down memory lane to remind ourselves of just a few of the beasts (or cuties) that have wandered into my home or garden.
- Giant Bull Ant
- Blue tongued lizard
- Fruit bats (or flying foxes)
- Common Bearded Dragon
- Brush tail possum
- A wasp
It wouldn’t surprise me if the last intruder I actually had in my home was that snake, but nobody wants to see that again, do they?
I read in one of those old posts that I had counted 22 different kinds of intruders in total at that time, so who knows how many I’ve had by now.
I’m still here though, and I haven’t been hurt by any of them. Until last week.
So, who got me?
Actually, I was set upon by a gang. Well, the correct terminology would be a swarm. Yes, I got nailed by wasps. Not the cute kind of wasp I’ve already mentioned above in my list, any of you who clicked on that link will know I quite liked the potter wasp.
On the other hand, I didn’t much care for the four native paper wasps that stung me as I was picking up some weeds in the garden. Here’s the story…
This is the wall in my back garden.
Because unbeknown to me, in a little crevice in my wall was a wasp’s nest. And it was dangerously close to the trampoline. It was right here…
Let’s take a closer look. For those who need to know, I got attacked by the residents from nest 2…
Each one of these nests had wasps a coming and going, hanging around, doing what they do, and the space in front of my wall was like a wasp High Street. look, there’s one…
But at least my daughter and her friends can now play in the garden without fear of being viciously attacked by these overly aggressive Australian bad things.
Ah, yes, the sting! I know you all want to know what actually happened? Did it hurt? Did you get rushed to hospital?
It gets stranger and stranger.
Before all this, I’d only ever been stung by a wasp once in my life, I would have been about nine or 10 years of age. Boy did it hurt! From that day on, I’ve always hated wasps and have kind of panicked when they start buzzing around me when I’ve been trying to eat a picnic or whatever.
But I’d never been stung since. Until…
The day before this episode, I got stung by a wasp. It wasn’t one of these nasty native paper wasps, I actually think it was one of the nice guys, the potter wasp. Unfortunately for him, he had somehow got caught inside my T-shirt.
Poor chap must have been beside himself, trapped as he was. No way out either, he was right at the back of my shoulder. I felt a slight pain and when I went to investigate, I could feel a lump inside my T-shirt with my fingers.
I took my T-shirt off, shook it a bit, and out fell this wasp and he didn’t look too healthy. I picked the poor chap up on a piece of paper and took him outside, placing him carefully on the wall. He’d gone 10 minutes later, so who knows, maybe he survived.
The sting itself was almost insignificant, caused me less irritation than a mosquito bite.
Now, back to these nasty, vicious native paper wasps. Picking up the weeds, I got too close to their nest, which, according to my wildlife book they “defend their nests using their powerful stings, which can cause severe allergic reactions in some people.”
Anyway, I was picking up the weeds when all of a sudden I felt four simultaneous sharp pains, three in my knee and one on the back of my hand. Wow did it hurt! I looked up, I could see five or six wasps all buzzing around me, so I did the sensible thing. I ran away screaming like a little girl, waving my arms around in the air doing an impression of a Chinook helicopter.
A couple of words I may not have wanted my daughter to hear probably crept out, and Mrs Bobinoz, hearing all the commotion, came out into the garden to ask “what’s up?”
“Danged wasps! #&%[email protected]!!!” I replied.
She brought me out a couple of ice packs to place on my knee and hand, and would you believe it, in less than 10 minutes it was as though nothing had happened. The immediate and spiteful burning pain just melted away into nothing.
No lumps, no marks, nothing.
I do respect all wildlife with the exception of cockroaches, flies, mosquitoes, rats, mice and ……….. wasps.
So, I win. I’m not allergic, they are dead.