Well, have you? Because I have. Let me tell you all about it.
We were hiking, my Dad, Laura and I. I was probably 6 or 7 at the time? Maybe 5. Young. Anyway, I had just gotten my first camera for my birthday, and I was itching to try it out on this camping trip. You know how it when you're young, you get something and you want to use it.
Well, it was a 4 hour ride to the campsite. Which is long enough of a wait for a young kid. Then we had to hike to the campsite. I can't be blamed for what happened next. I made it maybe 300 yards from the car before I asked to take a picture of my dad and sister. Of course they agreed. I stepped off the trail a couple of yards and turned around. This is when the trouble started.
As I prepared to make photographic history, my Dad looked down and asked me a question that will stick in my mind forever.
"Phil, why is the ground moving underneath you?"
Turns out, I had stepped on a yellow jacket nest. Something resembling this.
But in my mind, it looked more like this.
We all ran, terrified, from the literal hornets nest I had stirred up. I got stung 3 times, as did my Dad. My sister, however, came out squeaky clean.