Well, I've had one heck of a day. At about lunch, something landed on my arm when I wasn't looking. I pinched it and threw it off, but then looked to see what it was. IT WAS A WASP of some kind. I ran because I hate wasps, and I thought that was that. *8 hours later* I was walking to tell my dad good night, and then I feel a sharp spike in my bare foot. The goddamn (I don't curse often, so you'll know I'm mad when I do) wasp was crawling along the ground on its back, half dead, and I stepped on it. Worse, it landed right in the part between the head of my ring toe and my foot, which HURTS. No hole or anything, my mom put some Essential Oils on it just in case. I pummeled the wasp with a shoe I put on my other foot, left it on the ground, then went to my mom. My dad flushed the wasp, then lied to me that he hadn't. He was being rude. And that is the first time I've ever been stung, and in the most. Comical. WAY. Why must I have the world's worst luck