"Ouch," I screamed as I flapped my arm like a bird with a broken wing. I was close to passing out as the bug pierced its stinger in my arm.
"Damn, " I yelled as the bug hugged on me for dear life as I hoped my husband or a neighbor would rescue me from such an ugly and cruel bug. I lived in the country, so I'm used to seeing the mosquitos before they clung you on and sucked blood from your vein or the wasp that frightened me more than the bees that brought back bad childhood memories.
I ran in, feeling my arm getting swollen as my skin burned like someone lit a match to it.
I closed my eyes, expecting it could relax the pain for a second until I could get some ice to cool the burning down.
I felt the crawling of little feet digging their nails under my skin.
"David," I called my husband, with tears burning my eyes, I have been through 4 birth, and this pain was unbearable.
"It's probably a stringer in your arm," he said like it would take away the intense...