I thought going out to windowshop was a good idea, until;
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• a wasp landed on my coat while in a busy shopping mall (on my chest) • I freak out and swat it away, bolting in the opposite direction like a clown • Kind stranger returns my headphones I apparently dropped • I go outside the building and check myself over
• turns put I didn't swat the wasp away after all; it was under my COAT • UNDER MY CLOTHES • I proceed to shriek like a damn banshee as I swat it out (successfully this time) • Cry like a small child out of fear and humiliation Spheksophobia is great…
Granted, I never got stung, but still. I was spooked by wasps before, but that unlocked a new fear. I can still feel the damn thing on me even if I know it's not there. I wouldn't wish such a horrible experience on my worst enemy.