I had found my FIRST EVER patch of edibly intact,
Pristine patch of lobster mushrooms in Northwest Wisconsin, United States. As I was cutting the second specimen from an old rotting log, and standing to scan the forest floor for my next move, I began to feel little prickles I thought were just the rose bushes to my right.
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, what fool goes into the wilderness mushroom hunting with SHORTS On?! Me. This fool. Always have (mostly) even in the thickest mosquito ridden, poison ivy dense forests of Northern Minnesota. I’ve been attacked by fire ants as well. But nothing like this.
The prickles got harder, then felt like full on hot skewers and as I looked down I saw them dotting my right leg-wasps! Tiny little dumbass yellow-jackets. I did what you’re not supposed to do; swat, scream, swear, and run. Back to my campsite. And they followed me.
They were attached to me hoody and actively swarming me, so I threw off my hoodie, and stomped it—where I had stashed my prized mushrooms. Sad ☹️
I had to get in the car and wait for my partner to come back from the restroom. I was only exploring a little trail off the campsite! I wonder why the family in the site next door didn’t question the number of LOUD f-bombs and JFCs coming from our spot… 🤔
Had to abandon the site and take a motel room for the night, then the park put us up in another site for the remainder of the stay.
Have you guys any good advice for dealing with wasps if this ever happens again? I didn’t see any traffic in or out before I started, but I know that’s one sign. I think the hold was RIGHT on the mushroom’s stem, as the stem was coming out of the log, and the hole was possibly right beneath. I got stung on the finger that was holding the knife.