Small Is Powerful

[This is my second Adventure in Victoria – I wouldn’t recommend trying it…]

My latest adventure in Victoria is a painful one. But before I get into it, let’s back up a few days…

My car has been making funky noises. And funky car noise scare the begeebies out of me. So I booked it an appointment at the car doctor and decided that I would try not to use it for the week until it went into the shop.

This was the kick in the patootie that I needed to get out my bike and start exploring Victoria on two wheels. And guess what?! It’s WAY better than driving! I find that the drivers here all drive a little too fast, and on the wind-y, skinny Victoria streets, this makes me a little nervous. Add to it the fact that there is no grid system here and every street changes names AT LEAST once, and I don’t know the city well yet, driving just isn’t very fun. On my bike I can pull over whenever I want to check my google maps. There is almost always a bike lane AND I get my exercise and save the planet while I’m doing errands. Bonus!

So when I dropped my car off I brought my bike to bike home with. And of course biked back to pick it up. I was just about at the dealership, cruising along a biking/walking path when all of a sudden something buzzed into my helmet. I immediately started swatting as my temple exploded with pain. I slammed on the brakes, whipped my helmet and sunglasses to the ground as the pain grew and grew. It felt like someone had shot a nail gun right into my temple.

I ran up to the nearest person, dragging my bike, helmet and glasses along with me and implored him to look at my head. Was there something in it? Was it still there? I think he was more than a little bewildered at the wild, sweaty person, breathing heavily and asking him to look at her head, but he kindly and gently checked out my temple reporting that there was nothing there and he couldn’t see a stinger.

It should have taken me about three minutes to get to the dealership, but instead it took me about 15. I had to keep sitting down and doing deep breathing. I think I was stung 2-3 times on my temple. The nail felt like it was still lodged in there, it felt like someone was pressing a prickle bush onto the side of my face, and my skull and jaw felt like I had a migraine.

Holy shit those little buggers (whatever it was) are freaking powerful.

What’s that quote about small things making a big difference?

“If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito”.

Ya, that, or getting stung on the temple by a wasp.

If I had to guess, I would pick this as the culprit who got me. Well, either this or one twice the size of it...

If I had to guess, I would pick this as the culprit who got me. Well, either this or one twice the size…

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