Buzz

On the bravery pills for this shot, not as clear and crisp as I would have liked, but my hand and iPhone were not prepared to get any closer. I am phobic of wasps, stemming from a pretty horrific childhood experience of disturbing a bike. I was five or six, the nest was hidden in undergrowth, and me and my friends accidentally disturbed it, by walking on an area where it was concealed. I remember not being able to see anything but wasps. I was literally covered in them, they were under my clothes... Everywhere. Amazingly, I was only stung ten times, but I had to have them combed out of my hair. Years later, I wrote off my car when a wasp flew in the open window and buzzed about my face. It's safe to say that me and wasps don't have a good history!