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When Bailey and I (daddy) went on our usual weekday morning walk to Grey Dog Cafe (for coffee and a blueberry muffin) and then to Washington Square Park (for meeting new people and dogs and rides in the swing) we were in for a big surprise. While waiting outside the tot lot where the swings are to be opened, a big yellow jacket wasp flew down out of nowhere and landed right in a fold of Bailey's pajamas. As I saw my life flash before my eyes, I desperately tried to blow it away and not towards Bailey's face. I got it off of the pajamas and thought i had achieved victory until 3 seconds later when B started screaming bloody murder. I was practically ready to abandon the Bugaboo and flag someone down to goto an emergency room. Instead I bee-lined for our apartment and started saying silent prayers that B wasn't allergic. Well...after two minutes of crying, B went straight back to her normal laughing about everything routine and was practically asleep when I got back to the apartment 5 minutes later. I took her upstairs and there was a definite sting (big welt with about a two-inch red area around it...barely noticeable in the low rez pic). No more crying, and the welt was gone in a day. Tough girl. I would probably cry longer than two minutes over a wasp sting.