Fury of the wasp, behind the story.

Now the story was true but only that was the middle of the true story. The wasps were there for two weeks before the incident. Their nest was in the crawl space between the first and second floor. They would come, die and then more came. Dad called a exterminator, hoping it would help. The exterminator made the nest impossible for the wasps to live in and my room was the next choice. He said they'd be gone in three days. It's been six. Dad called and he said that those were the larva of the time he'd been destroyed the nest. Now my thumb is still sore and I feel like I have only four fingers usable. Considering how painful it is to use it! I am glad I didn't do any bar today.