As most of you know, I live in Las Vegas. Nevada. We usually don't get all the creepy-crawlies out here, except for the occasional sun-spider.
Well, today I decided I would be checking the mail, and I felt something brush my leg. Out of either habit, or absent mindedness, I swatted at it, and at that time I felt a pain that I could never describe. I then saw a huge black wasp with bright orange wings fly off like not a damn thing just happened. I hobbled to my house, and put ice on it, and the ice did nothing. For close to 10 minutes I felt this blinding white-hot pain at the back of my calf, which had swollen nearly twice it's size, and a huge red mark about 5 inches around.
Needless to say, if I had a choice of being kicked in my meat-bag with steel-toed boots that just happen to be worn by an 800lb gorilla, or stung by another Tarantula Hawk, I would gladly present my semen grenades to the angry silverback.
And for the people that have yet to play Fallout: New Vegas, this is what I was stung by:
Well, today I decided I would be checking the mail, and I felt something brush my leg. Out of either habit, or absent mindedness, I swatted at it, and at that time I felt a pain that I could never describe. I then saw a huge black wasp with bright orange wings fly off like not a damn thing just happened. I hobbled to my house, and put ice on it, and the ice did nothing. For close to 10 minutes I felt this blinding white-hot pain at the back of my calf, which had swollen nearly twice it's size, and a huge red mark about 5 inches around.
Needless to say, if I had a choice of being kicked in my meat-bag with steel-toed boots that just happen to be worn by an 800lb gorilla, or stung by another Tarantula Hawk, I would gladly present my semen grenades to the angry silverback.
And for the people that have yet to play Fallout: New Vegas, this is what I was stung by:
