I was in Mike's (former step-father) house in Virginia, and I was in the old kitchen area. Somehow I had gotten a bunch of wasps all over me. At first I didn't seem to notice, and I was just going about whatever it was that I was doing. I was crouched down doing something, but I'm not sure what. Either while I was down there, or after I got up, I realized that I had all these wasps on me. I wasn't really scared, but I didn't want them on me, either.
As I stood up and walked around, some of them flew away. I didn't want to make any sudden movements (such as swatting at them or trying to kill any of them) because I knew that if I did, it would cause them to sting me. Someone else was there (perhaps Matthew, my brother) and I think they wanted to help me, and I wanted them to help me, but at the same time, I was afraid that if they did, it would cause the wasps to sting.
As I wandered around the area trying to think of what to do, more and more of them flew away. I remember one crawling over my right forearm before it flew away. Finally there was just one left. At this point I started getting really antsy about it being there because it was on my back, and I believe it had gotten into the back of my shirt. Whoever was there with me wanted to lift the back of my shirt and let it out, but I was afraid that they'd move too fast for it, and it would sting me. I was also starting to get afraid that my getting antsy was going to cause it to get disturbed and sting me. Finally it made it's way out of my shirt and flew away, and I felt really relieved.
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