Dear wasp that stung me on top of a volcano, $#@!
I got stung by a wasp on top of Cerro Negro. THAT was freaking scary.
I LIVED! That is fantastic.
More news to come, but I'd like to take this moment to pat freaking-out self for not panicking when I felt the zing and Adam said, "I saw something fly away when you slapped your thight," then my pinky turned red and a white bubble burst up as I stared at my hand in a way that Aaliya aptly described as: "a grave way."
I walked all the way over to the wooden boards we were going to sled down the volcano with, mentioned it to the guides, then went on with taking our group jumping photos and pulling on my coveralls and goggles because, well, I'm either going down or not, so let's not ruin the awesomeness that is sledding down the most acative cinder volcano in the world, oh my god!
The guide said, flash a gang sign if you've got one, so I flashed one.
Then I hopped on the board and tried to break my personal record. I have no idea why I didn't have a reaction.
Thanks Dad, the firefighter, who taught me how to stay calm under emergency pressure!