ken gets stung

Toronto, 2013.09.08

It's the season for yellowjacket hornets, and even though we all know not to swat the damn things (this causes the hit insect to release fight pheromones, which attracts angry allies), I accidentally knocked one of the things while trying to wave it away. It was sent flying, and somehow lodged itself between Ken's neck and his shirt collar, where it stung him twice.

Poor little guy. He was pretty brave about it, but it was his first time. Someone fetched some vinegar and applying a bit of that seemed to help, the stings were reduced to a plain red patch within ten minutes.

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rand()m quote

(In which I leave the final word to someone else.)

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.

-Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.