What next? It was about 7 a.m. and I was reading peacefully in bed, petting Rufus who was dish-ragged across my thigh, when I felt something crawling on my leg under the quilt. Before I could gently shoo the cat off my lap and lift the covers, the miserable wasp had stung me just below my right knee.

As if the day hadn't started off so wonderfully already by being awakened by a leg cramp...

If the sting didn't hurt so much, all this, having sort of reached the point of ridiculousness, would be funny...

Linn