Many years ago, I was riding to work on my Yamaha 650 special twin.
It was a rather comfy bike, especially graduating from a Honda CB 350.
As I was doing about 50, I felt something hit my throat, but paid little attention, that is, until I felt a severe burning pain on my stomach.
It felt as though a flicked cigarette had hit me, gone down my shirt, and was now burning my stomach.
I then felt it again, then again.
I began to panic, and started slapping at my stomach with my left hand, all the while trying to focus on the road, and keep the bike upright.
I was only a mile or so from work, so I kept after it, until I got there.
I stopped, pulled off my helmet, unzipped and flew out of my jacket.
I quickly lifted my shirt to see a writhing wasp fall and hit the ground.
I danced all over that bastard all the while yelling at it to die!!!
I gathered my stuff, and headed inside to the restroom.
I lifted my shirt, and I had a welt about a half inch tall and about the size of a 45 record.
It burned like holy hell.
I grabbed a few paper towels and soaked them with cool water and applied it to my wound which looked like it had at least 4 puncture marks from the stupid wasp.
I recomposed myself, and went and sat at my bench to get to work.
It still stung for a few hours, but by the end of the day had subsided.
I was grateful to the God's for giving me the ability to keep the bike up, but cursed them for creating such an unnecessary, painful insect.
Yesterday, I returned from my ride, and rode my bike into the chock on my trailer.
I shut the bike off, removed my helmet, hung it on the bars, and removed my vest.
I got off the bike, stepped down off the trailer, then all of a sudden had a flashback of a severe burning on my belly.
I quickly slapped, then lifted my shirt.
Out fell a stupid bee.
It's been over 24 hours now, and it still itches like a son of a bee......tch!!!