Well, a friend and I were hiking in the woods on a small mountain (yes, northern Minnesota has 'em), and I brushed against a tree. It felt at first as if I had brushed up against a spiky branch; I mean, it was a pine tree after all. So I looked to see what was up and saw that it was a huge hive that I had bumped and my legs were becoming coated with the yellow-and-black cloud that was emerging from said hive.

I learned that I could run about 60mph downhill with 10-yard strides as I raced away from the remaining cloud, whapping at my legs to knock off the critters.

We got back to camp about a mile away free of hornets and I told my dad about it. He decided that if I wasn't already dead, I must not be allergic, so there was no point in driving hours to a hospital and ruining the trip.

Could not sleep at all that night, heart pounding, sweating, and hallucinating. I saw the most fascinating thing in the corner of the tent where my friend and I were trying to sleep: It was about the size of a small dog, but with short legs, long spiky fur (quills?), glowing red eyes, and a long point snout filled with chrysknife teeth. I could look off to the sides and it would not move. I could close my eyes and viola! As soon as I opened them, there it was. And it would sort of smile when I did things like that.

It sat in the corner of the tent all night. Eventually, due to my vivid description, my friend began to see it, too.

That was creeeeepy.