A wasp stung me on my neck today. Rude. When I couldn't find what had stung me I decided it had flown away and went to the mirror to examine my neck. The wasp was crawling around my shirt collar. I had to pry it off me.
No Dad, I didn't make friends with it. I flushed it down the toilet.
The end.
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