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In an attempt to use the computer, I sat in the chair and started to swing around to face the desk. Imagine my surprise when it felt like I had just stepped on a splinter or a piece of glass. So I brought my foot up to see what it was that's jabbing (and causing quite a bit of pain) into the fleshy part of the toe that's next to the little one.

I had just stepped on a wasp.

Needless to say, I was horrified and I shook my foot violently to dislodge the offensive insect. I was freaked out, not having been stung in over twenty years. Then, responding to my cries of "I've been stung!", fuzzpsych had to come to my aid and kill the stupid thing. My hero.

So now I have ice in a tea towel wrapped around that toe to keep the swelling down. But until it stops stinging, I'm not going to be doing much walking.