Gravity is a drag . . . especially when you’re uncoordinated to begin with

So . . . I discovered that it’s not a good idea to be chased by wasps shortly after I wake up in the morning.

I’m not a morning person. At all. So right after I woke up, I went outside to feed the cat today and opened the garage screen door into a herd . . . horde . . . pack . . . gaggle . . . swarm (there it is!) of wasps (or some other kind of random buzzing insects) and they began to dive bomb my head, thumping off my scalp, trying to run away from them was an unwise choice.

But, admittedly, I was still half asleep. And I have gotten wasps stuck in my hair before (refer to the few blog posts on that subject on the Everyday Adventures of Dorkus Dingbat). But apparently my gross motor functions don’t kick in until later in the morning. Because my balance was all off.

So in trying to escape said buzzing insects I ended up stumbling and eventually falling right on my knees and the palms of my hands, while the wasps were still dive bombing and thumping me on the head.

So . . . long story short. I escaped with no stings . . . just bruised knees and scratched palms . . . and I won’t be feeding the cat first thing in the morning anymore . . . at least not until the winter freezes those horrible little buzzing things to death.