DOUBLE WHAMMY!

I just got stung by a wasp. I really can't believe it. I sat down on the sofa to write on my computer, felt a sting in my butt, reached round and pulled up a wasp. I nearly screamed when I saw it between my fingers. I quickly crushed it and threw it to the ground (the Buddhist in me is still weeping). Then I had a feel round and discovered it stung me not once, but twice. Both cheeks have swollen lumps in them. I'm glad I killed it! I've looked at him and his stinger is gone, which means it's still in me somewhere. My mom's in Turkey at the minute and there's really no one else I want to trust with the responsibility of getting it out so I don't know what's going to happen. I've put some toothpaste on so maybe that will fix it.
The irony of the whole situation is that just two days ago I was teasing my little brother because of his jumping around at the presence of a wasp. "When's the last time one stung you", I asked. About sixteen years ago was the answer to which I replied "Well then, what are you worried about? Leave them alone and they won't bother you". God, I'm such a know-it-all.