When I began to do the laundry accumulated on our vacation, I swatted something away from my arm. Then I felt an intense pain, as if I had received an injection. Confused, I went upstairs to try to figure out what had just bitten me. My husband went down to the laundry room and couldn’t find anything. Convinced(with nothing to support my conviction)that I had been bitten by a spider(even though I had never felt a spider like that) I returned to do the wash. Immediately I felt that same sharp stab on my bare foot. I looked down and saw a yellow jacket stuck between my toes, having a wonderful time injecting his poison nonstop into my foot.
At least we now knew what had bitten me! But despite constant ice packs my foot screamed in pain for the rest of the evening and interrupted my sleep. Then it began the kind of itching for which you are at first grateful(it must be healing!) and then being driven insane wishing for the pain to return.
We had never had any yellow jackets in the house, so my resident sleuth(aka my husband) went on a fact finding mission. He discovered a break in the vent pipe to the bathroom exhaust fan and sealed it up. Apparently the yellow jacket(and his pals I later discovered) had been happily flying in and out of our house while we were in Maine. We have evicted our squatters and I now wear shoes when I do the laundry–just in case.