“Damn you tiny assassin”

“Say I feel all sad and self-indulgent, then get stung by a wasp, my misery feels quite abstract and I long just to be in spiritual pain once more – ‘damn you tiny assassin, clad in yellow and black, how I crave my former innocence where melancholy was my only trial’.”

–Russell Brand, Articles of Faith

 

Six times the little devils stung me in the ankle.  My foot swelled three times its size.

I had the BEST pity party.

“The horror! The horror!”

Look closely.

Decaf surprise

This is what greeted me the first morning of a week-long camping trip.

After a moment of panic, I remembered that like all self-respecting caffeine addicts we brought backup.

Disaster averted.

Oh, and the dog had fun too.

Carolyn's dog on log