Today's little monster flew down the front of the sports bra to sting me in the under-boob before I pulled over to let it out. It didn't TRY to get out, it decided to attack instead, because yellow jackets are nasty, evil insects.
So sick of this. What, there is nothing better to do in the entirety of nature than sting me? All of those flowers and food are worthless?
Gah. /o\
