Somehow my wife got stung in the middle of December whilst we were putting up the Christmas tree, whilst sitting on the floor of our dining room. If ever there was a time and a place where you don't expect it, it's then.
Basically, we ended up with a queen trying to seek refuge in the gap between our oven extractor fan and the wall, and it had somehow ended up sat on the floor as my wife sat down (on top of it) to sort out decorations. The way she jumped up I assumed that she'd broken something and sat on a shard of whatever the 'something' happened to be. The 'something', was this horrible thing, which stuck her in the leg. Big fucker as well, and left a right welt.
For the following week or so I spent the bulk of my time attempting to lure it out of the extractor crevice and running at it wildly with a slipper and squash racket in hand. It was in no way graceful, but in the end it was effective and we reclaimed our home from the tiger striped squatter.
Not looking forward to her buddies turning up in the coming weeks.