actually wasps but let's start at the begining:

i was minding my own business, one of you helped me greatly lately so i started to work on some lineart.. then i hear a call "greg, you must bring wheedwhacker from dad's workshop" , i sigh and close photoshop , then i spent entire morning mowing the lawn around the house and wherenot , then i noticed one part broke , sigh i will have to go store miles and miles from here, when i finally found it clerk told me , they don't have these parts yet/anymore , shit , luckily he found some spare part from old used ww's. i got it from free , yuppi! i return home , buses were so slow i was napping in every second one, when i came back i dress up , and start the whacker again, holy fuck , what pain! i think i hit their nest, i had to run away from that place, shit, now my left hand and right thigh itch me a bit...

..and i was hoping for some ordinary stressful monday

nice change!

..or not.