I was stung five times by a wasp on the way home this evening - it was evidently perturbed to to find itself on the inside of my merino base-layer. I am a little aggrieved by this, having defended the rights of wasps on the recent thread about dastardly ways to do them in. Clearly, if there is a God, he has a warped sense of humour. The wasp was released, I think unharmed, and I narrowly avoided careering into the sea, as well as embarrassingly divesting myself of clothing in rush hour on the Mumbles seafront. But I digress - my point is that, twenty minutes later, after stopping to chat to someone, I was rocketing up hills I usually dawdle up, and wondering why anyone bothers which such things as gears. It might be all in my head, of course, but I'm sure it's the wasp stings. I still feel a bit odd. Does anyone know what's in a sting, and can you buy it in a bottle?