Knew it was gong to be a bad day. At 0730, first account of the day, ran into a wasp nest in a clump of pompest grass. Neighbors laughed, didn't know a short fat middle age guy could run so fast. Took off across the yard shedding clothes as I ran. Dang things were so thick had to knock them out of my hair. Had to wait till they settled down to retrieve the weed wacker, my shirt and my safety glasses. 13 stings later was glad to get the heck out of there. Seems to be a record breaking year here for running into all sorts of biting, stinging and poisonous things. Is everyone else experiencing the same or am i dumb as an athletic sock.