Why I'm not cut out for yardwork.....

See the pic, need I say more?

Argh... I was trying to surprise Jimbo by getting a lot of yard work done while he was out of town in Atlanta, and James was taking his naps. Well I got one big "to do" done and I was getting adventurous and headed in the backyard to dig up some monkey grass to relocate to my newly cleaned area in the front. Well, 3 stabs with the shovel and WHAM! I was in a yellow jacket's nest.... but I didn't realize it. I just thought it was mosquitoes or ants.... but then there were like two swarming in my hair/in my ear (ughhh just typing this out is making me itch and burn all over) and so I slowly realized what was going on... So I took off running, screaming, etc toward the house (Sadie is just staring at me like, "What. Is. Your. Deal. Wo'man?!")

So I get inside and make Sadie come in with me and I'm tearing at my hair, slapping my legs and then I see one on my pants... so I proceed to strip down (Sadie is still staring at me wondering when her "master" will ever act "cool"). As soon as the pants are off I start stomping on the pants... then I see one on my shirt, I slap it and kill it and then I have another one on me! Ahhhh....

So I (ooooobviously) made it out alive, but my hand is still swollen and I'm terrified of yard work. It seems as though every time I try to be all domesticated and do yard work, it ends terribly... At our old house I did yard work one Sunday Jimmy was working during busy season and ended up with poison ivy. This time I think I ended up with 7 stings? Ughhh... stupid yellow jackets!