That' so WHACK...

So, that's my leg. Hacked it to pieces with a weedwhacker on Saturday. Laughing yet? Yeah--not funny. MAY be funny soon, but not funny yet.

I was happily whacking the weeds, when I whacked off the top of a hornet's nest. Got stung. Went to get spray, sprayed to kill 'em, then turned around to fuss with the weedwhacker to get back to what I was doing. Ya know how when you put your hand on a hot pan handle, it takes your brain a second to realize that, um, yeah, bytheway...your hand is on fire? Well---it took a minute for that same synapse to fire and let me know that my THUMB was on the trigger, and that searing pain? YEAH...that was my leg being ripped to shreds.

The picture doesn't even do it justice, because you can't see how deep a couple of those are. And because it was taken before the bruising (from the velocity with which the damn thing hit my leg) had appeare. Oh, and there's no audio to hear me alternate between sobbing and screaming curse words.

Best part? (aside from the fact that I actually WAS intending to wear shorts some more this summer?) Had a terrible reaction to the sting...hand swollen and ridiculously painful. AND had to get a tetanus shot---which resulted in a case of hives. Nice spread out itchy ones. AND...I realized later that night that my underwear had been on inside out all day. Not even kidding.

We're gonna just forget Saturday ever happened.