Put hand in woodbox...Ouch!

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Stax

Minister of Fire
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Dec 22, 2010
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Southeastern PA
Was gathering a load of locust from my woodbox when all of the sudden I felt a very sharp pain in the palm of my hand. I dropped all of the wood and looked down at my hand. Wouldn't you know...friggin bee stung me. Must have been hibernating in that box for a while.

[Hearth.com] Put hand in woodbox...Ouch!
 
That, and poison ivy, is why I use my loading gloves/welding gloves not only to load, but to retrieve the new load of splits. And usually at least a long sleeved shirt.
 
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Was gathering a load of locust from my woodbox when all of the sudden I felt a very sharp pain in the palm of my hand. I dropped all of the wood and looked down at my hand. Wouldn't you know...friggin bee stung me. Must have been hibernating in that box for a while.

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I found several of them hybernating in my starter stack (stacked under the back eave of my tool shed) back in November....I picked up a couple of splits and threw them on my arm, and after carrying them up to the house found two lone yellow jackets! Weird......
 
Interesting Scotty. Yup, using the "free" gloves from (broken link removed).com to get wood out of the box now.
 
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I've gotten stung a couple times loading splits out of the shed. Now I too wear gloves.
 
I find the lone yellow jackets all the time. Big ones.
 
Being allergic to bees, I am pretty careful to look where I grab. My last sting sent me to the hospital and it was while stacking wood in my old woodshed. I knew that there was a golfball sized nest in the rafters but I kept stacking closer and closer until one came down like lightning and zapped me in the forehead.
 
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