The Wasp and My Ankle: a Fable

Once upon a time, I did nothing wrong. My Pants did nothing wrong. We went for a walk with the Boobie Dog, played in the tall grass, came home, and proceeded onto the back deck to stick our feet in the doggie pool. Immediately, I was sat upon by a wasp. Then, my Pants was sat upon. We looked at each other in consternation, and then retreated. Blackie licked himself, I iced myself, and Carmen looked on knowingly, having made the mistake of eating a wasp yesterday.

The moral of the story, then, is behave badly, as you will otherwise be stung.