These evil-minded f**kers are what we have to deal with in south Texas. Last time I got stung, I was trying to kill the nest they had made in my attic. I couldn't find the actual nest, but I'd figured out where they were getting in, so I was seriously hosing that area with a lasting poison. One of them tried to return to the nest, realized what I was doing, and went straight for me. I ran for it, but the blighter chased me all the way around the house and managed to get into my hair. I couldn't shake him off, so I finally gave in and swatted him off with my hand. Naturally, he stung that instead, but fortunately that was all he did. Flew off, I guess. It hurt like hell.
A few hours later, it looked like my flesh was rotting in the area he stung me. It didn't blister or puff up, it
shriveled up. Hurt for days afterwards. We eventually had to fog-bomb the attic. That finally killed off the nest. We never did actually find it.
Next time, I'm going after them with an aerosol can and a lighter. Death's too good for them.
