Bzzt.

I'm not really afraid of bees and wasps in general. I do get kind of freaked out of they land on my face, though. While riding through Newton today, a rather large wasp landed on my face. I couldn't stop because I was in the middle of thick traffic.

I could feel the little bastard skittering. On my face. It landed on my cheek, worked its way to my chin, then up my lips. It tried to go i my nose, but a sharp exhale made it think twice. Then it made its way north, ACROSS MY EYE. My eye was closed, but I could feel its itchy littl legs dancing on my lid. Then, up to my forehead.

With every step that it took, I frantically whispered, "please don't sting me! please don't sting me!"

At this point, I couldn't feel it anymore, but I knew it was there, hiding, waiting.

I was able to make my way to the curb. I slowly unhooked the chinstrap of my helmet, grabbed the sides and quickly flung the entire helmet towards the grass! I didn't see anything fly away, so I did a facecheck. Nothing.

I go to pick up my helmet, and there he was, nestled in one of the vents: the largest wasp I have ever seen. So I kicked the helmet and see the wasp go flying. I grabbed the helmet and took off running down the street. i think I lost him.

That's when I noticed several squirrels staring at me. I took that as my cue to jump on my bike and pedal away as fast as possible.