LockingPlier

Violet says:

It was in the car, buzzing around when he and Mum were driving to Melbourne from Ballarat. He couldn't get it to go out the window so he decided he would ''swat the mongrel''. He did, and it fell down somewhere in the car, presumably dead. Dad was wearing his Hard Yakka gear to move some furniture into my house but he was off to a party at the Stokehouse later on that evening so he had some new slacks hanging in the back of the car to change into.

Anyway, after he moved the furniture in our house he went off into the bedroom to change his clothes. Apparently, when he left and sat down in the car he felt a sting on his rear. He thought it was some sort of pin still stuck in his new slacks, so he got out of the car and as he did ''the pain kicked in and it hurt like buggery'' at which point it suddenly occured to him that ''oh shit, it's that bloody wasp!'' His repsonse was mad panic which drove him to undo his belt and drop his pants on the footpath outside my house, while Mum sat in the car yelling at him to ''Get inside the house for god's sake! YOU'LL BE REPORTED!'' Then, according to Dad, he shuffled with his trousers still down, through our front gate and down the side of the house (which is not in any way concealed from the street) and set about looking for the wasp while swearing to himself and with my mother continuing to yell at him from the car.

He couldn't find the wasp so got back in the car and went off to the party where he eased his pain with much beer and came back pissed to collect his trailer and share the story.