The ENDLESS TIMES series: THE PATH OF KOKOPELLI, volume 1, page 34

Ow, just thinking about it is painful; yea, I’ve got a story for this one. 

Yellowjackets nailed me in a ground silo when I was hunting metal, or junking, as we in the trade call it. I stepped on their nest without knowing until my leg started burning. Nineteen of them were stinging when I looked down. I put it in high gear, throwing dirt like a mud-runner getting away. I’m not allergic to wasps, but nineteen is a lot of venom! We quit for the day and found a dark bar close to the hospital in case I went into anaphylactic shock. My leg looked like someone beat it, but my heart stayed in tune. Two or six beers later, we figured I’d make it and called it good. Then there’s the black wasps that swelled my eye shut and bees in my pants, but that’s the next go-around. Later, Steve.