Yeah I do too. I never been stung by one. but, I've been chased by one before. My mom one time, before I was born; long time ago, when we still lived in Detroit -- one got in the house and she went out on the porch and sat there till my dad got home from work! she wasn't about to go back in the house. she sat out on the porch till he got back home from work it was funny Can't say that I really blame her though, I probably would have done the same thing, especially for if it got after me.
Heck, I got one better than that! again this was back when we still lived in Detroit. I was upstairs in the bathroom doing what is commonly known as a "number 2" and I'm sitting there doing my thing and I happened to look over and what do I see on the floor? A WASP! It was just sitting there minding its own business. I think that was the fastest that I've ever got off a commode and did what I had to do afterwards --- I won't get into details and got the heck outta a bathroom in my life! the funny part was, I told my dad about it. he comes running upstairs to look at it, its on the floor and he's looking at that thing he says its dead. I'm like great dad, kill it, so I don't have to worry if its going to sting my butt. True story. I don't know how funny it is me writing it out. but it was pretty funny back then and my mom and dad laughed at me about that for a long time and every time I went to the bathroom after that, I always took a long look around at the foor, to see if there was anything on that floor that wasn't supposed to be there.
