I can beat any and all of you with a story that will make you shiver!
To start with I have been stung quite a few times. Feet, legs, arms by wasps and once on the neck by a bee. My self and wasps have always had a mutual understanding of "I dont like you, you dont like me" proportions however my not like of bees turned to pure hatred (not fear I may add) one summers morning 8 years ago.......***enter dream like sequence***
It was 7am, after a long hot night sleeping in my boxers. My phone alarm had woken me so I sat up, switched off the alarm and checked the texts. "0" Mr no mates I say to myself. Having a sip of water moved over to the edge of the bed to stretch my legs.
BANG!!! Immense pain in my man sack! I stood up thinking a spring had gone in the bed and shot into my privates. Alas no metal was protuding from the bed sheet, but there crawling around on the floor was a wasp. No idea for it had gotten in there but a wasp had been in my pants and stung me in the most personal of personals. I dropped the nearest thing to hand - the glass of water! Luckily this heavy object crushed the wasp into oblivion. I cheer in happiness.
Then the real pain started, a full on thrumming ache that spread all over my crotch (or at least felt like it). I couldnt stand up or move so I called my rents for some sting cream and smothered my "area" in it. Took 2 hours before I could move again....
***End dream sequence***
I had to call in some emergency leiu time for that morning and had to explain to the boss why. That was the most painful/embarassing thing ever, hence my absolute hatred of wasps! And that they must die at every opportunity.