Got stung as a stupid kid who found a few piles of dead branches you could bounce on like a trampoline. Yeah, turns out one of them had a nest underneath, and the tenants weren’t quite happy with the upstairs neighbour partying so hard the ceiling came down.

Absolutely my fault, no question about it, and my only feeble defense is “I didn’t know”.

My issue is now, that I struggle with seizing up in panic if I know (or think) there is one mear me. Not the “shrieking trying to run away” kind of panic, just freezing in place, struggling to breathe or move. I can’t chase them away or anything, even if they were docile and harmless enough.