Poor Trevor...

Remember last ball season when Trevor was hit by a baseball while
batting and it ripped his thumbnail off? Well, this year he was hit
again...on the thumb again...but this time it just smashed it really
good. His thumb is pretty swollen.

When I got home from work yesterday, Trevor and I went outside to put
some water in the turtle's pond. I saw a snake and asked Trevor to go
get the shovel. Trevor ran about halfway to the shed and stopped and
screamed. A wasp had stung him on the leg...poor Trevor. I said,
forget it for now and get the shovel while I can still see the snake.
So he took another step and screamed again. The wasp stung him again.
I said just run and get the shovel, mom will be very upset if we let
this snake live. So he ran and yelled, "The wasp is chasing me!"
Poor Trevor.

He finally got the shovel to me and we tracked the snake down and
turned him into the only kind of good snake...a dead snake. The wasp
was nowhere to be found.

We went to WalMart and got a splint for his thumb and some medicine
for his stings...he promptly fell asleep in the car on the way back
home...poor Trevor.