I'M Talking 'Bout Stingers

I guess I’m more accustomed to the modern sting these days; the one that comes by e-mail or the phone. They might hurt the pocket with the modern scamming ways - but Mother Nature’s stings bite to the bone. I’m talking ‘bout a paper wasp, or the angriest of bull-ant; perhaps a hornet or a bee, and that Queensland stinging plant. I could be in the scrub casting out a fishing line, or relaxed while I stand beside a tree without a thought, but ignorant to a home that isn’t mine, and its residents who start attacking me. I’m talking ‘bout assertive spiders; that little blighter jumping jack. Damn mosquitoes and march flies, and scorpions sometimes attack. It may be every few years, but there does come a time, when backyards need a bit of cleaning out, so there will be disturbance that is not a pantomime, and lackadaisical is not what it’s about. I’m talking ‘bout stinging nettle, or prickly pear annoying hairs. The European Wasp and chiggers, and white-tail spider toxin scares. When fishing in an estuary; the beach or in a bay, you never know what bounty it can bring. You’ll always have a fighting fish trying to get away, and some of them can give a nasty sting. I’m talking ‘bout butterfly gurnard; the torture of a sand flathead spike. Feeling of pain after sunset, and a victim when biting midges strike. Some might be quite obtrusive - and some a fine-looking thing, but they all come with a warning - I’m talking ‘bout the sting.