Ray, when insects attack, secret setting costs you

Last night Cindy and I watched Ray Donovan which had it’s season finale last night.  Man that was some intense shit, it may be the best finale I have seen since they wrapped up Breaking Bad.

I forgot to mention that over the weekend I was attacked by two of the more aggressive members of the insect family, wasps and fire ants.  For a long time I have seen wasps crawling into the small opening in the pull out drawer of the hose holder on the side of the house.  There were enough wasps in there now that it was dangerous to try to get water from that hose.

I have run into this situation before where I was hesitant to take out a wasp nest because I felt some odd sense of guilt destroying something the wasps have worked tirelessly at creating for weeks on end. Well just like my act of ripping out the old bush by the house, which bypassed my normal sentiment, the wasp nest received less compassion than normal from me due to my bad mood.

I first used the hose to spray water into the opening to confuse the wasps and prevent them from flying out to attack me.  I then quickly grabbed the lid to the drawer and yanked it open as I simultaneously sprinted away to avoid the wrath of the angry wasps.  Somehow in the span of a fraction of a second a water logged wasp managed to land a burning sting on my left calf before I could escape. The combo of the water I sprayed and the force I opened the drawer with ejected the baseball sized nest out into the yard.

My other incident came while I was weed whacking.  Up until a couple years ago whenever I weed whacked I ALWAYS wore my work pants to do so to protect my legs.  For whatever reason one day I decided to start wearing shorts for the job which is kind of dumb but I guess it was driven by sacrificing safety for more comfort in the heat and humidity of south Florida summers.  Well I paid the price.

I was knocking down weeds along the edge of the driveway.  I inadvertently moved the trimmer head into a substantial fire ant pile that was somewhat obscured by the high grass on top of it.  The angle of the trimmer head evidently was just perfect to launch dozens of angry ants out of their mound, onto my calves and into my boots.  Within a few seconds I had a massive coordinated attack on my lower body which resulted in kicking off my boots and spending 5 minutes getting all of the evil little bastards off my skin.  My legs look like an acne riddled 14 year old’s forehead right now.  I think the pants will become standard weed whacking equipment once again.

The other day I saw a warning about a devious default setting in the new iOS 9 called “Wi-Fi Assist”, located under SETTINGS/CELLULAR.  (have to scroll to the VERY bottom) The “feature” is supposed to automatically use your cellular data if the phone determines your wi-fi signal is “weak”.  There have been many reports that this setting has resulted in a lot of people getting huge phone bills when they rolled right past their normal data caps thanks to the phone using cellular data when users assumed it was using wi-fi. Unless you want to be in the same boat I suggest you turn off that feature asap.

I think this is a total bullshit move that is an obvious attempt to pad the pockets of cellular carriers.  I find it even more concerning that I turned this feature off the other day only to see that this morning it had turned itself back on without my interaction.