If you haven’t met Ginormo, he can be found here. I, being an incredibly self righteous twit when it comes to bugs failed to be impressed by Ginormo, and having no notion what a sound mind does, mine told me to pick on the bug in questions.
Apparently insects have feelings, and juice with the karma deities.
I was working about 50 feet off the ground, on a 12 inch walkboard. It was the usual hot, the usual humid, and the usual pain in the ass because you have to wear alll this safety equipment. I was suspended between the plenum and the baghouse. I hadn’t given a moments thought to Ginormo, or any potential for revenge that the book bench pressing ratbag might have in store. Until I was swarmed by the hornets. They got me good. Like 50 times. I managed to do the Tommy boy Bee dance off the board, and get to hell out of there.
I shall never question the theory of karma again. I shall never pick on a bug again. I shall, aw who am i kiddin, to hell with ginormo, tomorrow I’m going to kill me up some bees.
I’m also mad at max for loaning him her cell phone. I don’t really believe in Karma either. This was a conspiracy, a plot, an intentional scheme to attack my person for bering a wiseass.