Wednesday Night Drama

Setting the scene: Taylor is in my club chair, I am in Tim's recliner (he's not home) Mary Margaret is standing in the middle of the room because she can't find a place to sit. (There is a whole couch to sit on) American Idol came on 30 minutes early last night for Idol Gives Back and we were ready to settle down and watch it.
Mary Margaret: I can't find anywhere to sit
ME: Sit on the couch
MM: But there's a load of towels on the couch
ME: Fold them
MM: I don't want to
ME: Then move them over
(stimulating conversation)
Mary Margaret bends over to move the towels...then all of the sudden, she starts screaming and running from room to room like someone had literally cut off part of her body.
ME: Stop, whats wrong with you
MM: Something bit me (still running and screaming)
ME: Stop so I can see
MM: It hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttssssssssssss so bad (still running and screaming)
ME: STOP!!!!, I can't help you if I can't catch you!
MM: You don't understand it hurrrrrrttttttsssssss!!!!!!
ME: go to your room until you stop this crap.
MM: You never try to help me!
She finally settles down enough for me to look at her PINKY FINGER. Something had stung her. I pick up each towel and shake it out and find a semi-hibernating wasp, kill it and throw it away. This makes her scream and cry again, because now that she knows it was a wasp....her entire hand and arm is swelling. (not really that's what she said) I'm calm...(everyone would be so proud of me)....I get the benadryl and Tylenol pm and hand them to her. By 15 to 8 she was sound asleep.

This took 40 minutes.

This morning...I could not even find the little red spot the wasp made. Mary Margaret said that it still hurt and that the bite was only a tiny bit better.

Drama to the end.