I work in a restaurant. I was closing up when a WASP came at me. Well, don't tell anyone, but it was really just hanging out. But I screamed like a banshee and backed up, grabbed a magazine and SWAP! I missed! Who KNEW where that stinging beast from the bowels of hell could be!
I started jumping up and down and waving my arms. Looking back, I don't really know why, but at 2am this seemed like an appropriate thing to be doing. Well, no wasp to be seen. But I knew I didn't get him...I just knew it. So I went back to cleaning and jumped at even the THOUGHT that something touched me. I kept picturing it's smooth black body just sitting on the top of my bald head. He would laugh menacingly before stinging me where it would hurt most! Ok, a sting in the eye would probably hurt most...but as you probably guessed, with fear laying thick on me, I wasn't really being too rational.

And that's when I saw the winged demon once more. He was floating here and there; not stopping long since he knew I hunted him. I lifted up an aluminum handled broom and stalked my prey. I chuckled darkly as I imagined it's body crunching under the force of my blow. When the moment was right (when I finally had the courage) I struck! The broom snapped in half and somehow sliced not one but TWO gashes into my ring finger on my right hand!

Man, this sucker knows how to BLEED! I have had a heck of a time trying to dress this crazy wound on the tip of my finger. But hey, I didn't get stung by the wasp.

Haha, great story... loved the detail, really made me feel like I was there when it happened because I was laughing my butt off watching it go down, lol.

Next time take it out with your bare hands, it will be less painful

Man...bees, wasps, spiders, roaches, bugs in general...they all make me go mad

   That's good!  I can completely relate to that!  I think I made more of an a$$ of myself though.  I was sitting there at work and it's like 11pm.  Traffic was next to nothing coming over the border on a lazy summer night when this car pulls up.  Sitting in the car is 4 gorgeous girls all done up for a night on the town.  I start talking to them, doing the old routine.  I'm staying my usual serious self cracking the odd grin with all their flirting, cause hell, they always do that to try to get through quicker.  I go to hand them their passports back, and there is this HUGE spider hanging down right between me and the drivers window.  I jump pack, start yelling and cursing as I slam the door shut and jump out the back door of the booth.  Meanwhile the 4 girls are just staring at me with jaws hanging open.  I realize how stupid I must have looked, so I turn to them and just say, 'Uhhh umm ahhh, there was a spider!'  They all start laughing like mad and one in the back seat gets out and grabs the spider and kills it.  I hand them their passports back and they're still laughing.  In an embarrassed half mumble I just say 'I have arachnophobia' and turn and walk away.

I think the only thing I injured was my pride, but it still hurt like hell.   

LMAO great story.

I've always been amused by people who are terrified of something that weighs a thousandth of themselves. I understand it and know they can't help it, but it's still amusing.

Personally I am terrified of giant green and yellow spotted space frogs.

  Glad to know I'm not the only one that hates/fears spiders....speaking of which, Jer, have you ever heard of the Clock Spider?