attacked.

This evening I was out with the hubs working in the yard. He worked at mowing the lawn, while I tackled weeding the flower beds and watering a tree we may or may not have almost killed. Anyway... everytime he mows, I am in charge of blowing off the blades of grass from the cement and making everything look nice. So there I am, blowing away like a good little helping wife when all of a sudden an AWFUL pain shoots up from my big toe! It was excruciating! I was merely walking through the grass blowing off the curbing on the flower beds and found myself completely flabergasted at the pain... I turn off the blower, bend down to inspect (while fighting back tears...yes it hurt that bad) and all of a sudden I see the culprit. A wasp fluttering around the grass a foot away from my toe. I'm pissed.

So I limp around the yard like a fool to the back of the house where Dewy is finishing up edging. He sees me limping and comes over looking concerned. I muster up my biggest "please consol me" voice and tell him I got stung. He looks at me, says "So rub some mud on it... you'll be fine" and he keeps edging! Now, I have only been stung once before this in my whole life that I can remember, and that was when we moved into the house my parents live in now and I was playing in the dirt in the yard and I sat on a bee. This was way worse. My toe swelled up, and even after rubbing mud on it, I hobbled into the house to grab the camera so as to get a picture. I endangered my newly swept and mopped floors with mud from my toe for the blog. That, my friends, is dedication.

Can you see how swolen the side of my toe is already?? Don't mind my exceptionally cute toenails. Dewy says my toes look like little sausages. The other picture is the scene of the crime. Stupid wasp. On a happier note...

My backyard neighbors and I share a garden space, and they have the most wonderful sunflowers. Since I had my camera, I figured I would let you appreciate them too. Enjoy. I need to go wash mud off my foot.