A Sting in the Tail

A message was broadcast at work today that we were are all to tidy up our work areas and remove any pictures that others might find offensive. A colleague responded by sending out an example of an ‘offensive’ picture.

This cartoon goes back to a time about 8 years ago when I was out walking my dog and found a patch of ripe damsons in a thicket at the top of a hill. I was busily filling my face when I got stung on the leg. Before I could even spit out the damson stone I was stung again, and again, and in a matter of seconds I found myself in the middle of a swarm of wasps angry with me for eating their damsons.

I quickly moved away from the thicket and left most of the wasps where they were, but some followed me and I could feel them under my shirt and crawling up the legs of my shorts, stinging me as they went. As I ran down the hill I tore off my clothes as quickly as I could to rid myself of the wasps.

When I told the story to my workmates next day, one of them, Ian, was quick to put pencil to paper and drew this cartoon.

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