European hornet with the remnants of a honey bee (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
If you’ve never been stung by a hornet, consider yourself lucky. Because each sting is like the prick of a needle followed by the sensation of molten lava bubbling beneath your skin as it spreads out setting fire to everything in its path. And then it gets painful.
As you can tell, we weren’t fortunate this weekend. We were closing what had been a fabulous weekend.
Let me start our story with a brief history:
Every year for the past 3 years my husband has taken a daddy-and-me date with each of the boys which makes room for me to have a mommy-and-me date with them too. A whole weekend, one on one, of Daddy’s or Mommy’s undivided attention.
Hubby took our oldest to Chicago for Comic Con. They went to the Field Museum of Natural History and saw T-Rex Sue. They went to the Lego store and grew his mini-figure collection. He had the chance to ride on the top deck of a double deck bus. And they visited with friends.
The youngest stayed home with me. We went to the movies and watched SMURFS 2. We ate at the restaurants of his choice and he didn’t have to negotiate with his brother. (In case you didn’t know, Taco Bell is a restaurant). We also managed to make it to an end-of-summer / housewarming party for some friends. He was allowed to spend his money after being in what I call a “spending freeze” for several months.
So what could be a better way to end this memory-making-happy-fest? Lunch by the river with friends? Yes … we thought so too. And that’s what we did.
Our dudes were happy hanging out with their friends. Splashing at the water’s edge. Playing in the woods. Exploring and having adventures. Laughing and shouting with joy like only children can.
Until that moment when they kicked a log and stomped through the hornets’ nest.
We warned them to be careful and watch for poison ivy but we should have warned them of something else, something far worse.
I’ve yet to experience anything more overwhelming as a parent than watching my dudes careening toward me, in real and imminent danger, wearing the face of true terror, and bathed in black and yellow fury. Swarmed.
9YO: They’re gonna get me.
Me: Let me help you. Take your shirt off.
9YO: No, then they’ll KILL me.
Me: They’re on your shirt and I can’t get them off you unless you take the shirt off.
But I had no idea how to help or protect my boys. In my ignorance, I assumed hornets were like bees, sting and die. Nope. Their sticky little bullet shaped hornets’ bodies clung to our kids’ clothes and hair; repeatedly stinging.
And buzzing is not the dull hum of day to day life in a hive or colony as you see in documentaries. Buzzing is a collective voice of ferocity, shouting:
- “Who do you think you are?” and
- “How dare you?” and
- “I’ll show you.”
And show us they did. Punishment, plain and simple, doled out for invading their privacy; for disturbing their home.
Not knowing if they were allergic, I gave my little ones Benadryl (which I always have with me) and we took them to the ER. The entire car ride they were distraught with their suffering:
9YO: It’s all my fault brother got hurt.
Me: No, it’s not. It’s nobody’s fault.
9YO: Yes, it is because if I hadn’t gone exploring, brother wouldn’t have gone exploring.
Me: It’s still not your fault.
6YO: When’s it going to stop hurting?
Me: I don’t know, but Momma’s here.
6YO: It hurts so much. My arms. When’s it going to stop?
9YO: Oh, I hurt my brother.
Me: Please calm down.
9YO: Don’t say that to me.
Me: You’re right. I just need to make sure you aren’t having a reaction. It’s easier to do if you’re not screaming.
6YO: Are they gonna give me a shot?
Hubby: No, they won’t give you a shot. You’ve been stung enough times today.
9YO: Mommy, just promise me I won’t die.
9YO and 6YO screaming and crying in agony!
At the hospital, they took us right in. They gave them each a dose of steroids to stop the inflammation and Tylenol to alleviate the pain. Thankfully! Then both boys dozed off and slept for a few hours.
hornet (Photo credit: beckymaldonado)
Physically, dudes seem to be better. Minor itching and discomfort.
Now my outdoorsmen are done with nature. My dudes, who just a few weeks ago were chasing fireflies and giggling with delight, are shaking with fear at the mention of leaving the safety of our 4 walls. They are unwilling to be out of doors longer than what’s necessary.
Racing to the car as we head out in the morning, is no longer a playful act or friendly competition between brothers. Instead it’s a matter of survival.
9YO: Don’t make me go outside until I’m mentally ready.
Me: Okay. Fair enough.
How do you respond to that?
We all sustained injury but the youngest got the worst of it. He’s chosen to believe that hornets don’t live in the city we live in despite my telling him it’s possible. Maybe he’s in denial.
My oldest is in avoidance mode. But I don’t want them to be afraid.
I know they’re traumatized. So I’ll watch and wait … Because forcing them outside at this point would be like stirring up a hornets’ nest. (Pun intended).
I’m open to suggestions that may help little people adjust. Feel free to throw advice my way!
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Lordie that’s frightening for a parent. All you can do in the circumstances is comfort them until medical attention is at hand, but your heart goes out to them.
If there’s one upside it’s that your boys are aware that danger can lurk in the world. Too often our children are wrapped in cotton wool and are less prepared to look out for hazards.
Gotta love ‘Don’t make me go outside until I’m mentally ready’ 🙂
Thanks Roy … They are being cautious and employing situational awareness. Being adventurous doesn’t mean careless and now they know. Yes … “mentally ready”. I love how my dudes express themselves.
We live in the city and we have a huge hornet nest up high, under the eaves, next to my daughter’s window. I can’t reach it with a shovel, and I’m not sure I can spray chemicals up that high with enough accuracy to do the job without making the hornets really mad. So they’ll stay until it gets cold outside.
Fortunately, my kids aren’t afraid of them because they see me outside with hornets flying around every day. For some reason, hornets don’t like being around me. Even when I found another nest down low and smashed it, the surviving hornets flew away instead of attacking.
Hopefully your kids will learn that this incident was in the extreme, and that hornets only attack when they are seriously threatened. It sounds like your whole family loves the outdoors. Or used to!
Thanks Vince. Be careful with those nests. It’s not fun to be the object of a hives attention. Surprisingly, I am not outdoorsy but I want my dudes to be. So I am glad to say they’ve made it back outside. 🙂
Super mom Gail to the rescue! Sounds like you handled the situation like a champ. : )
Thanks Britt. We’re all doing much better.
What a terrible ordeal for all of you to go through! Thank goodness you had the Benedryl on you; I’m sure it helped, you’re wonderfully prepared and acted quickly! I’m sure they’ll venture outside soon once the initial shock wears off (if you have a paved driveway, perhaps playing basketball or something there can be a good transition?). I hope they heal quickly (and that you have recuperated from everything too!).
Thanks Letizia. It took all of 48 hours for them to decide being cooped up inside in the midst of summer was not fun. They seem to have recovered and are no longer itchy.
That’s good to hear! Kids are wonderfully resilient!