It's been quite a morning here at Boogaloo Acres.
The Good News: Those screams I heard coming from outside while Anthony was cutting the grass were NOT the sound of him chopping off his foot with the lawn mower, as I had feared.
The Bad News: They WERE the sound of him getting attacked by a nest of yellow jackets, which then followed him into the house and attacked me also.
Good: Neither of us is allergic.
Bad: His phone might be ruined from being in his pocket while he was hosing himself down in an effort to get rid of the stinging bastards.
Good: None of the cats got stung, even though Little briefly made a game of chasing a yellow jacket around the kitchen.
Bad: We're pretty sure at least one of the culprits is still loose somewhere in the house.
Good: In comparison, this makes the ant infestation I was complaining about earlier in the day look like much less of a problem.
Bad: Our day off seems pretty much shot now, as all we feel like doing is rubbing ointment on our wounds and cursing the existence of insects.
Good (?): Once the anthistamines kick in, we'll probably be too stupid to do much of anything anyway.
Bad: Pain, throbbing, swelling, lack of ability to wear shoes, etc.