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Today I was stung on the tongue by a yellow jacket.
I went to the Grove for pre-game festivities (read: watching women in stiletto heels try to walk across soft turf) and was sipping root beer from a cup. I took a mouthful and immediately began to spit out what I thought was some bit of leaf or twig that had fallen into the cup. It was gross and prickly and had an extremely odd texture.
Then it stung me.
Five minutes later, I was sitting in a biology lab and sticking my tongue out so my friend could pull the stinger out with a pair of tweezers. I'm pretty sure he washed them first. At the time I really didn't care.
Ow. WTF OW.
Let this be a lesson to you, boys and girls: Do not try to swallow bees. They do not like it. Also, they don't taste very good.
I went to the Grove for pre-game festivities (read: watching women in stiletto heels try to walk across soft turf) and was sipping root beer from a cup. I took a mouthful and immediately began to spit out what I thought was some bit of leaf or twig that had fallen into the cup. It was gross and prickly and had an extremely odd texture.
Then it stung me.
Five minutes later, I was sitting in a biology lab and sticking my tongue out so my friend could pull the stinger out with a pair of tweezers. I'm pretty sure he washed them first. At the time I really didn't care.
Ow. WTF OW.
Let this be a lesson to you, boys and girls: Do not try to swallow bees. They do not like it. Also, they don't taste very good.
Professional Conference, Mississippi Style
Jun. 1st, 2007 07:33 pm"Those are the big poster childs, but cogon grass is what I'm gonna talk on."
"Every meeting we had, Dr. Byrd n' them's research was growin'."
After jotting those two quotes down, I stopped listening. Which is just as well, as it was hard to hear anything over the sound of the woman sitting in front of me, clipping her nails. I don't mean she pulled out a nail-clipper to do an emergency fix on a hang-nail. I mean she might as well have given herself a manicure.
Oh, Mississippi.
"Every meeting we had, Dr. Byrd n' them's research was growin'."
After jotting those two quotes down, I stopped listening. Which is just as well, as it was hard to hear anything over the sound of the woman sitting in front of me, clipping her nails. I don't mean she pulled out a nail-clipper to do an emergency fix on a hang-nail. I mean she might as well have given herself a manicure.
Oh, Mississippi.
AHAHAHAHAHA.
Jan. 5th, 2007 02:01 pmelisel: Just got a memo. "In observance of the birthdays of Robert E. Lee and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., a legal holiday for employees of the State of Mississippi has been proclaimed for Monday, January 15, 2007."
demonlet: OH MISSISSIPPE
demonlet: I.
demonlet: you make me laugh so hard I misspell you.
elisel: Note that General Lee comes before Dr. King
demonlet: Of course.
I want January to go away.
Jan. 4th, 2007 10:35 amIt is COLD, and also promises to be RAINY for the next handful of days. Yick.
But at least work is keeping me indoors. We've got some sampling to do, but thanks to the rain, the creeks are too high. So instead, I'm filling in for our vacationing office secretary. Since I usually share an office near the back of the building, I'm not at all used to being privy to all the comings and goings of my co-workers.
And, oh, do they bring back interesting tales. Yesterday a woman came back with a dog bite -- she'd stopped to try and get an injured dog out of the middle of the road, and he panicked. After seeing him scramble, hurt, off to one side, she called Animal Control, then went to Urgent Care to have them look at the injury and administer a tetanus booster.
Except that they had no tetanus boosters handy, having re-ordered many moons ago, but never received the stuff. So they sent her to the Health Department instead.
The Health Department couldn't give her a booster either, though. They apparently had no nurse there able to give someone a shot. O_O They just... don't, on Wednesdays.
No nurse. At the Health Department.
God, I love Mississippi.
What amusement shall today bring?
But at least work is keeping me indoors. We've got some sampling to do, but thanks to the rain, the creeks are too high. So instead, I'm filling in for our vacationing office secretary. Since I usually share an office near the back of the building, I'm not at all used to being privy to all the comings and goings of my co-workers.
And, oh, do they bring back interesting tales. Yesterday a woman came back with a dog bite -- she'd stopped to try and get an injured dog out of the middle of the road, and he panicked. After seeing him scramble, hurt, off to one side, she called Animal Control, then went to Urgent Care to have them look at the injury and administer a tetanus booster.
Except that they had no tetanus boosters handy, having re-ordered many moons ago, but never received the stuff. So they sent her to the Health Department instead.
The Health Department couldn't give her a booster either, though. They apparently had no nurse there able to give someone a shot. O_O They just... don't, on Wednesdays.
No nurse. At the Health Department.
God, I love Mississippi.
What amusement shall today bring?
Ticks, Part 3
Sep. 27th, 2006 10:36 pmI know I'm belaboring this, but it's worth belaboring. Now that I can see the individual bites, I did a count.
Twenty-five. That's the conservative estimate, with me not counting small itchy places that might be tick bites or might be something else. TWENTY-FIVE.
On the other hand, if I invest in the makers of Sarna now, I may profit off my misery.
I'm going to smell like camphor and menthol for the next two months.
Twenty-five. That's the conservative estimate, with me not counting small itchy places that might be tick bites or might be something else. TWENTY-FIVE.
On the other hand, if I invest in the makers of Sarna now, I may profit off my misery.
I'm going to smell like camphor and menthol for the next two months.
