disc golf and unwanted guests

Yesterday I went disc golfing with my cousin Blayne and brother-in-law Jon. I have not disc golfed for a long time---and I've never done it with all of the proper equipment, either---so today I woke up with a very sore right shoulder. It may as well have been my first time. It was Blayne's first time, too, and Jon was a great coach.

Blayne and I loved it. After the game we took the discs we had found on the course and threw them all over the yard, giggling and running to retrieve after each throw. We did this until sunset. We are hooked, I think.

The game was also memorable for how it ended. On the 11th pin, Jon and I were searching for lost discs in the bushes when Blayne yelled that something had just bitten him in the face. Probably a bee sting, we answered. You'll be okay. I don't see it anymore.

But then Blayne yelled and took off running up the hill. We still didn't see anything around him and thought he was being dramatic (do you know Blayne? he does things like this). From the top of the hill Blayne yelled that it was time to go home. This was fine by us. We were already close to the cars again. Blayne had me check what he said was a bump on his scalp, as if to prove that yes, he had suffered greatly. Do you feel it? he said, pointing to the place. He parted his thick hair, and (lo and behold) Jon and I saw that a wasp had gotten stuck in Blayne's hair. The lump Blayne felt was actually a very confused and angry wasp that was stinging him on the scalp again and again and again. Jon came to the rescue and successfully extracted this cootie-from-hell with a credit card.

Blayne really does have a lump on his head now. But he's fine (see "giggling and running" in paragraph two).