Wow folks, sorry for the late late late post! I have a reasonable excuse; until this morning, my hand was the size of a grapefruit, and about as useful for typing.
See, I am taking Annie to the library to talk to the public about horse and pony ownership/rescue/safety this Friday (more on that later). But Annie is still a little shaky when it comes to trailering, so we needed to practice. I arranged to take Annie to a friend's house just down the road, where I could unload her, re-load her, and return home. Annie loaded into the trailer beautifully. Flinging my arms about in paroxysms of joy, I promptly smacked my right hand directly on top of a wasp nest I hadn't noticed earlier.
My first thought (after "ow,") was that I was trapped in a small tin can with a 1,200 pound horse a nest of angry wasps. I knew that I could not scream or even whimper loudly.
Luckily, the wasps chilled out, a very quiet and terse discussion with my husband got the rear door open, and I got Annie out without so much as a scratch on her. Thank God. But there was no time for screaming yet, because we were running late to the friend's house. So I killed the nest with a moldy paperback, had the hubby bring Annie back, re-loaded her (she did great again), and drove away.
Hubby: "Sooo, what just happened?"
Me: "There were wasps. I got stung!"
Hubby: "But you didn't even make any girly noises!"
Me: "I hate your face."
I ignored my hand and everything went pretty well at the friend's house, except when it came time to re-load Annie.
After two hours of longing, walking, begging, bribing, tapping, coaxing and pushing Annie, I admitted defeat. My husband offered to walk Annie the two miles home. After that, we cleaned up, did some more remodeling work, and went home. The next morning, my hand looked like this:
When I went into work, boss-mom insisted that I go to the doctor, after which I ended up going home for the day, where I slept for roughly 18 hours. Apparently I'm not full-blown-gonna-die-allergic to bees/wasps, but I am "sensitive" and in danger of becoming more sensitive with each sting. I have an appointment to get one of those pen things.
Aaaaaaaaand that's why I haven't posted recently!
My hand is much better now, only occasionally leaking a clear fluid, so I can totally type! You can look forward to posts about Cowboy Story Time and Full Contact Jousting, and of course this Friday's Horse & Pony seminar at the library.
Speaking of which, if you had to talk to a largely horse-ignorant group of people about horses, what would you tell them? The seminar is aimed at new owners and potential adopters, but I know for sure we're going to attract a lot of the "we just came to pet the pony" crowd.
I'm a little overwhelmed. Normally, I rant to horse-knowledgeable people-- these people know only what they've seen on tv! So, what should the average Joe learn about horses in an hour or less?