If That's The Worst

Heading across Ravenshoe Road about thirty minutes from home I raised my visor as I often do when slowing down for a town.  I like the air across my face.  It feels good, fresh and clean.  Working the Wee down from 80 to 50 something hit me in my right cheek.  It was pretty solid contact and I thought it might be wise to lower the visor in case there was more to come. 

Accelerating out of town back up to the provincial maximum for the area, because I don’t speed, I was quickly made aware of what had hit me a few minutes earlier.  A sudden sharp burning sensation on my chin had me looking for a quick place to get off the road.  Fumbling with my gloves and then my helmet I saw what it was I’d hit.  A wasp fell down on to the gas tank and then rolled off on to the ground in his final moments of life.  He’d stung me and got me pretty good.  Almost instantly I could see the swelling and feel the pain even more.

I have to admit that I felt somewhat bad for the wasp.  He was minding his own business, as was I, and ended up somewhere I’m sure he didn’t want to be.  We were both out there in the environment and sometimes that’s what happens.  I thought to myself that if this is the worst thing that happened today that’s a pretty good day.

Ouch!