Is the weekend over yet? Please?

1. On Saturday, a particularly rambunctious young dog decided to play with me. It felt that biting my arms would be a great way to get my attention. While I understand that its attention was not malicious in any way, my arms are still patchy and sore with blue-green bruises. 

2. On Sunday, I went hiking on the mountain, where I was beset with biting insects that left my legs in a nasty state. One welt in particular is swollen, bright crimson and the size of a quarter. I have actually had people stop and ask me if my leg is alright.

3. Tonight, a god damn bastard of a wasp plunged his stinger into my shoulder and then, after pumping it full of searing hot poison, flew away laughing maniacally. At least, that’s how I remember it. My memory is hazy with the pain.  But Shawn doused it with vinegar (and now I smell like fish’n’chips) and packed the area with ice (mmmm… COLD fish’n’chips) and the pain vanished, but my shoulder and back are still swollen.

So add all three together, and I look like a hunchback with bubonic plague who was attacked by wolves. What a weekend.

But I must say, the highlight of the weekend was that we saw TWO VANCOUVER ISLAND MARMOTS, which I have never ever seen before, and are the most endangered mammal in Canada. So wow! I still have stars in my eyes from that encounter with wildlife. Very, very, very cool.