Today was supposed to be one of those relaxing days. The wife and kids had gone out for the day and I had the entire house to myself. I planned on taking it easy and just enjoying the quiet. I am not one to sit idle for too long though. Before long I decided that before I curl up outside with my book and a coffee, I should mow the lawn.
It was still early and I knew if I waited it would get too hot. So, I grab my MP3 player and fire up the mower. There is a section of the yard that is sort of out of the way and has all the rose bushes and an old stump from a tree we cut down. I usually do this area last. Today I figured I would just get it out of the way. As I was getting as close to the edges as I could, I bumped the stump with the mower. While it didn't bother me, it pissed off the hornets that had apparently made a nice home for themselves inside it. I saw them fly out and I backed up. I guess the one brave martyr in the swarm decided I had not backed up far enough. He landed on my hand and proceeded to sting the living hell out of my pinky finger.
If you have never felt a hornet sting, let me share this bit of info with you; it f@#$ing hurts! The area that was stung swelled up and felt like it was on fire. As time passes the pain gets deeper and deeper. It is now 9 hours later and while the swelling went down, it still feels like I closed my finger in a car door. I can feel it right down into the bone.
You know what I will be doing tomorrow. As soon as the sun sets I am going to spray the hell out of that nest. If I wasn't working tonight I would do it now. I already bought a nice big can of bug killer that shoots up to 25 feet!
