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Tuesday, 26 April 2005



Once in university a wasp's nest on our house was sprayed and many dozy, toxic wasps made their way into our house to die. Not only did I get stung (and swelled up from fingertip to elbow) but a male friend of one of my roommates failed to look before sitting in the bathroom, resulting in quite a somewhat more embarrassing (embareassing?) puncture. With none of Amy's kindheartedness, we took to whacking wasps with great enthusiasm.

Where were you when we needed a knight in shining armour? :)



In this instance, the bee died anyway - the very act of stinging assures their demise. So next time, if you can't do the capture with a jar and then release the bee after dark, you might as well squish it...

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