Ouchie!

Today I'd like share a quick bit of helpful advice: never pick up a dead yellowjacket.

It might not be dead. It might sting the tip of your finger. Your fingertips contain more nerve endings than any other part of your body and are virtually fat-free. (Those of you with tattoos know what I'm talking about!) If you find yourself in a situation where a child is freaking out about a dead bee, wasp, hornet, or yellowjacket and you feel the urge to give them a biology lesson...make sure it really is dead before you handle it. And whatever you do, do not under any circumstance say something like, "Don't worry, it's dead. It can't sting me. Here, I'll show you!" That's a traumatic situation waiting to happen. If you decide to completely disregard my advice, I highly recommend keeping a small bottle of prescription strength 800 mg ibuprofen in the house. You're going to need it.

Of course, I would never do something that stupid.

I'm going to keep this entry short and sweet. It's hard to type with only one hand. :)