I'm on fire

My arm that is. Let me take you back to Saturday morning. Cate had the grand idea that my family, Cate and her fiancee would go pick blueberries out in Hockley (about 45 min- 1hr from here). We drove out and made a nice effort at putting berries in a bucket, Dylan atop Jason's shoulder.

Now this is where things go awry. We were told to go deep into the bushes because people have been picking around the outside and the bushes were getting a bit sparse. Jason reached in an angered Wally Wasp who brought the pain. I look over and Dylan is wavering back and forth as Jason tries to get away. I cry out "The baby..." as I reach to grab him and then I feel Wally's wrath on my arm over and over. Dylan never left Jason's shoulder, but Jason and I got five wasp stings between us, mine resulting in a lovely rash that I keep scratching in between keystrokes. We got 1 lb blueberries and 5 stings, Cate and her fiancee got 7 lbs and no stings. Live the magic yourself: