It's heart-breaking how clueless small kids are with wasps, especially now we're into crabbit wasp season. I watch Amaia in the garden at times and they buzz near her and she doesn't even look wary. In Italy one stung her for the first time and she deemed it a nasty bean. Bees, wasps and ants all get called beans for some reason.
Today I decided to sort the flowerbed under my dining room window. I dragged Amaia out to help. We'd been out less than ten minutes when she started wailing I sat on a nasty bean and it stinged me! I stood her up in time to find the tell tale puncture point surrounded by a red swelling. A spoonful of piriton seemed to do the trick but there was no convincing her to continue with my gardening project, today anyway.
Poor baby. I am now going to spend the rest of the summer/autumn torturing wasps in revenge now.
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