TheJeweledWolf

Okay, so Story Time.

I woke up this morning and did a few things in my room before heading downstairs to get a shirt from the dryer. I returned to my room and picked out what I'd wear today. Then I put my foot under me and sat on my bed, like I do every morning. Unfortunately, this time there was a bug exactly where I put my foot. I yelped when I felt the bug move on my bare ankle, and leaned over to pick the bug up. I threw it across the room, (my foot was stinging a bit by this time) then decided I should find the bug and kill it. I thought it'd be a beetle since it seemed to have some sort of hard shell when I picked it up.

I found the bug. It was not a beetle. It was a wasp. I yelped again and ran from my room. My dad heard my first yelp and was at my door by the time I was running out (keep in mind this all happened in like 30s). I told him about the wasp and he killed it, so all is well.

Except the dang wasp did sting me before I threw it. So that sucks.

I'm kinda paranoid to be in my room and I'm searching my bed throughly before sitting down now. 

I'm not here for sympathy, I just thought it was a funny story.