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Has anyone here never gotten a PAINFUL sting by an insect?
2014-08-09 10:27:40
2014-08-09 10:42:49
In reply to bravos
yes nuff times wasps and bees love di I
it could be worse, yuh have some snakes in TT that doan wrap up at all
2014-08-09 10:47:56
In reply to ponderiver
Lol man yuh could get bite here everyday from everything. 
But I am wondering if there might be people who never experienced a good bee or wasp sting etc.
2014-08-09 11:07:40
In reply to bravos
wait you think peeps on here spend summer on some fancy estate wid pools and a gardener name Jeeves who keep insects away
and winter in di Med on some luxury yacht
2014-08-09 11:14:52
In reply to bravos
Several times, both bees and wasps. But there was this one time (recorded in my autobiography) when I didn't get stung:
The investiture ceremony was set to begin at 9:00 a.m. Monday morning and we were expected to be in place by 8 o’clock. It was a public holiday, National Heroes Day, and the installation ceremony had always been popular, attracting many hundreds of people for the pomp and ceremony with full military attendance and precision. With all that in mind I arranged to get there before 7.30 partly to ensure convenient parking and partly to secure good seats for the members of my party.
The manicured grounds of the Governor-General’s residence sparkled in the soft sunlight of the early morning but it was not with dew; it was the water from the deluge the day before. Everyone would be accommodated under giant white tents. The honourees’ tent was east and to the right of the dais where we would go to receive the awards from the Governor-General.
To avoid the wet, the soldiers laid down a series of ply-board strips as a walkway from our tent to the Governor-General’s dais with the intent of keeping our feet dry and mud-free, and they placed three of their number behind this walkway, one in the middle and the others at either end. But somehow this walkway was not considered safe and by the time my name was called they had moved to stand in front of the walkway, and so I walked on the still wet grass to receive my honour. The Governor-General said some kind things and expressed his thanks for my work in Canada, and then, with the newly placed insignia around my neck I returned to my seat at the end of the third row.
In front of us and slightly to my right was the major tent in which the Prime Minister and his wife, Ministers of Government, Senators, members of the Diplomatic Corps, Foreign Affairs officials, some family members and the vast gathering of members of the public were seated, all dressed to the nines. Behind them were four ambulances complete with attendants. To my immediate right was a huge tree under which were members of the army, uniformed members of the St. John’s Ambulance Brigade and an open-air radio broadcasting booth from which the proceedings were beamed to all Jamaica. I made myself comfortable and was watching the rest of the awards when it happened.
I was wearing a new suit and shirt for the occasion, and the cuffs were much roomier than usual. Suddenly I felt something hit my right wrist under the shirt with a mild stinging sensation and I flashed my hand downwards to expel it. I did not see anything come out and again focused on the awards and the recipients.
But then I began to feel movement under my shirt. It felt ominously like something crawling up my arm. When the thing arrived at the top of my shoulder I tried to pin it with my left hand. But it was slightly out of reach. I got up and sought the help of one of the soldiers standing nearby asking him to squash whatever was under my shirt. He exerted some pressure on the little bulge and I returned to my seat.
But the little tyrant was not quite immobilized, for the next thing I knew it had regained consciousness and was now crawling down towards my breast. Now it was within my reach and thrusting my left hand between shirt buttons and under the shirt, I got a hold of the creature, squashed it, threw it down to the ground and stomped it under foot.
It was a bee.
All this frantic activity on my part had apparently not diverted anyone’s attention from the spectacular awards ceremony and I returned to my seat without too much fuss. But I wondered two things. What if it had been another type of insect, like a scorpion, and I had to remove my jacket and shirt there in the full glare of such august company? The second thought was this. What if the bee had made its itinerant expedition under the clothing of a woman! Happily neither of those occurred and, as they say: "no cup no break: then no coffee will throw away."
The manicured grounds of the Governor-General’s residence sparkled in the soft sunlight of the early morning but it was not with dew; it was the water from the deluge the day before. Everyone would be accommodated under giant white tents. The honourees’ tent was east and to the right of the dais where we would go to receive the awards from the Governor-General.
To avoid the wet, the soldiers laid down a series of ply-board strips as a walkway from our tent to the Governor-General’s dais with the intent of keeping our feet dry and mud-free, and they placed three of their number behind this walkway, one in the middle and the others at either end. But somehow this walkway was not considered safe and by the time my name was called they had moved to stand in front of the walkway, and so I walked on the still wet grass to receive my honour. The Governor-General said some kind things and expressed his thanks for my work in Canada, and then, with the newly placed insignia around my neck I returned to my seat at the end of the third row.
In front of us and slightly to my right was the major tent in which the Prime Minister and his wife, Ministers of Government, Senators, members of the Diplomatic Corps, Foreign Affairs officials, some family members and the vast gathering of members of the public were seated, all dressed to the nines. Behind them were four ambulances complete with attendants. To my immediate right was a huge tree under which were members of the army, uniformed members of the St. John’s Ambulance Brigade and an open-air radio broadcasting booth from which the proceedings were beamed to all Jamaica. I made myself comfortable and was watching the rest of the awards when it happened.
I was wearing a new suit and shirt for the occasion, and the cuffs were much roomier than usual. Suddenly I felt something hit my right wrist under the shirt with a mild stinging sensation and I flashed my hand downwards to expel it. I did not see anything come out and again focused on the awards and the recipients.
But then I began to feel movement under my shirt. It felt ominously like something crawling up my arm. When the thing arrived at the top of my shoulder I tried to pin it with my left hand. But it was slightly out of reach. I got up and sought the help of one of the soldiers standing nearby asking him to squash whatever was under my shirt. He exerted some pressure on the little bulge and I returned to my seat.
But the little tyrant was not quite immobilized, for the next thing I knew it had regained consciousness and was now crawling down towards my breast. Now it was within my reach and thrusting my left hand between shirt buttons and under the shirt, I got a hold of the creature, squashed it, threw it down to the ground and stomped it under foot.
It was a bee.
All this frantic activity on my part had apparently not diverted anyone’s attention from the spectacular awards ceremony and I returned to my seat without too much fuss. But I wondered two things. What if it had been another type of insect, like a scorpion, and I had to remove my jacket and shirt there in the full glare of such august company? The second thought was this. What if the bee had made its itinerant expedition under the clothing of a woman! Happily neither of those occurred and, as they say: "no cup no break: then no coffee will throw away."
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2014-08-09 11:17:30
In reply to bravos
I am guessing you realized your kids never got stung by an insect, hence the question....
My kids have only gotten ants bite.....man, I ain't want to think of how they go react to ah jack Spaniard sting....
That is pain to rass!!!!!
2014-08-09 11:43:47
In reply to DAVE400
Padna yuh unnastan!!! I wondering how somebody who never get a jack Spaniard sting or similar growing up would react,they may feel very wronged I guess,lol.
Padna yuh know in we days is nest everywhere!
2014-08-09 11:44:46
In reply to Ewart
A very Nkenise story.
*Oh,btw tell her a scorpion is not an insect,lol..
2014-08-09 11:48:45
In reply to CW
Nah I was just wondering if such people exist and how they would react if they get one..the ones I thinking bout feels like a bullet yuh know..not dem well behaved cold weather cute honey bee thing.. 
2014-08-09 12:35:29
In reply to bravos
Has anyone here never gotten stung by an insect?
and bitten, she was a bad experience..
2014-08-09 12:53:24
In reply to Wally-1
Lol you gotta be careful where you place your unprotected extremities..
A lil topical ointment and you should be fine..
2014-08-09 13:00:02
Have scar on thigh from jack spaniard/marabunta to Guyanese sting. Once as kids my friend took a broom n stuck it in nest over garage they attacked him. To make a long story short he hollered for his dad for hours after. Man I can still feel the pain closest to it was when I held a live wire.
They go for the eyes by the way
2014-08-09 13:27:25
if u live in gt and hairyworms bite u
u know u got the worse
2014-08-09 13:41:35
In reply to Ewart
Dem seh bees are good luck
2014-08-09 13:44:27
In reply to doosra
We were stung regularly by hairy worms every July-August holiday because we spent nuff time in the guinep tree in New Amsterdam. We used to wonder if it produced more hairy worms than guineps and it sure produced the latter.
Still granny and my aunt always had dettol or peroxide on stand by - nothing more.
2014-08-09 14:01:26
In reply to Chrissy
the jamoon trees and the ginnip
one time i was at the top of a jamoon tree and got stung...
i cannot explain how i reached down and what happened over the next couple hrs
2014-08-09 14:02:33
actually, the regular marabunta ent nuttin yet
there is a specie we call the 'jacoo' - they lime around mango trees. they give instant fever and pain you to the bone
2014-08-09 14:20:29
In reply to Runs
I learned a method to safely kill them before they have a chance to react.
Put a container on a stick with petrol in it,and gently raise it below the nest,the trick is that they always fly down when leaving the nest,so automatically the fly into the container(halfa bottle) and as my dad used to say,"dey look like dey dead since yesterday",totally motionless like insect fossils frozen in time. Usually none escapes.. 
2014-08-09 14:21:44
In reply to doosra
We have the 'hairy worms'/'chinni'/caterpillar here, we seldom come into cotact with them for good reason, their sting is common knowledge and legendary here.
2014-08-09 14:24:07
In reply to doosra
Boy dem maribunta just evil,they swarm you in an attack,it's pure advantage. My childhood friend got attacked high up a mango tree,and had to take multiple bites while trying to safely climb down. 
There is also a very small yellow one that's probably even more painful than a jep..
What about 'tactac' big shiney fast fast black/brown ants,they just appear outta old barks,old bamboo etc and swarm your hand with multiple bites that must hurt like bullets!
Happened to me already,you feel really really facked up after trying to just reach for a lil mango by some random tree in the countryside,feel like yuh get ketch and chop for tryin to 'tief' a mango. Man I wish was jack Spaniard instead..
2014-08-09 14:28:58
There's a bugger in guyana called marbunter...fooker always aims for d corner of yer eyes. when he/she stings ya, u always end up with a boungghee!
2014-08-09 14:30:37
In reply to BeatDball
Yeh they love fruit trees,they have a hanging medium sized to large almos acorn to kinda pear shaped(depending on stage of development) brown/grey paper mache looking nest.
2014-08-09 15:10:58
In reply to bravos
damn! #bitinginsex 
2014-08-09 15:12:34
In reply to BeatDball
marbunter
those are the English ones
the Guyanese ones are called Mahlebuntah
2014-08-09 15:17:57
In reply to Dan_De_Lyan
Lol,and in typical cc.com fashion,allyuh manage to successfully derail my thread form 'never' to 'ever..
Has anyone here never gotten a PAINFUL sting by an insect?
link bravos 8/9/14 6:27:40 AM
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2014-08-09 18:21:06
In reply to bravos
marabunta bite meh rass in Guyana nuff times.
My brother also almost got bitten by a scorpion AND we used to chase away dem 12 inch centipedes back in de day.
2014-08-09 19:32:52
In reply to bravos
Too much biting in sex, ah mean insects
2014-08-09 20:45:09
Seems like jackspanya these days tame n they more rare. And all ah we was dotish when young always molesting the nest them lol. One time 4 end up in me shirt n fo some strange reason them naw sting me. Got sting times before though. Got stung from a bee before but was tame compare to the spanya. Can't tell when last me hear anybody get ah sting though lol
2014-08-09 22:26:08
In reply to jen
Drafted a whole damn text agreeing with you,and lost it as I tried to save.!
In a nutshell..
Was about working my excavator with a broken glass and they came in and just buzzed me a few times,and I was even able to chase them at times and never even got stung for the whole day.
So basically we used to look for dem swell eye longtime !
They not really that aggressive..
2014-08-09 22:26:28
In reply to DukeStreet
Lol,a whole other story!
2014-08-09 22:57:54
In reply to Maispwi
Ah now reach home, ah see wifey dey,and all ah feeling is meh mind and body 'insects' mode.
Strong like worker ants and agile like a grasshopper!!
2014-08-10 10:50:06
In reply to Chrissy
Yes, so dem seh. And there is definitely something to that!
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2014-08-10 10:56:08
when I was about 10 or so I get up early one morning and went pelting jep nest...when I eventually hit the nest I was so close there was no escape. Get sting all ova me head and ears. Went back to sleep quiet quiet and wake up late afternoon
2014-08-10 11:32:14
In reply to Dan_De_Lyan Ah true; but wanted to be proper! Lol.
2014-08-10 11:33:42
In reply to doosra
Funny how we never climbed the jamoon tree at our home in Queenstown - 'fraid of di staining up I guess. What a lovely fruit - never seen it anywhere else in the Caribbean. Mum made a fine wine wid it as well.
2014-08-10 11:53:23
In reply to Chrissy
we still have a lot of it here. and yes lovely for a wine.
or just plain ole salt and pepper...or if u so desire , sugar
u have to climb to sample the best
2014-08-10 12:41:39
In reply to doosra
Nah - the boys next door climbed for us - as the tree was right on the fence.
2014-08-10 13:08:23
In reply to Chrissy
Is this the fruit?
If so, have seen it somewhere but cyah remember where but its not eaten there
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