Well, so much for my happy day. About an hour ago, my front door gets flung open, and Jacob's best friend comes in just screaming, tears rolling down his face. He immediately starts to rip off his shirt, screaming, "they're stinging me!" I got his shirt off, and 2 wasps fell off his back. I stomped on one, but the other flew up to the ceiling. I left it alone for the time being. I looked at Connor's back, and saw little red bumps all over it. I grabbed his hand and his shirt, and ran with him to his house. As I'm leaving the yard, I see Jacob and another friend running to the house. Connor was really starting to scream, so I just focused on him. Luckily, his dad was outside, and I turned him over to his dad, and ran back to my house. Jacob was running to meet me, just howling at the top of his lungs. He could feel something inside his shirt, too, so I grabbed it and ripped it off him, and saw another wasp on his back.
We got inside the house, and had to deal with the wasp on the ceiling. Once he was out of there, I turned my attention to Jacob. He had been bitten twice on his stomach, twice on an elbow, and once on his head. I gave him some ice, and then got some benedryl and tylenol into him. He's feeling a bit better now, but he looks pretty pathetic.
Connor's dad came over to see how Jacob was doing, and told me poor little Connor has 16 bites on his back, and 8 on his stomach. Poor sweetie!
I guess those boys learned their lesson and will not be hitting hollow logs with sticks anymore!