Two days ago, I was stung by a wasp. It started off a normal day. I was picking up sticks in my front yard, in order for the lawn to be mowed. And as I bent over to pick up sticks by the edge of our property, I suddenly felt a stinging pain in my back. Instantly, I knew I'd been stung. This wasn't the first time. When I was I don't know...seven? I got stung by a bee. It stung me between my toes and let me tell you it was scary. It was definitely painful, but mostly I was terrified by the dead bug between my toes. Anyway, my mom came outside and helped me. Then when I was ten, I got stung by a scorpion during a camping trip. Excruciating pain. That one was the worst. Also, my parents were freaking out, because they thought it was poisonous. It wasn't, thank God. But back to my story. So my mother helped me once more and the spot doesn't hurt anymore and has stopped swelling. Well, what can I say? Bugs and scorpions seem to hate me. This is Amber signing off. Until next time readers!!!
