Mom sees kids with little “fur ball” at the park – looks closer and immediately realizes grave danger

Over thousands of years, humans have developed reflexes and learned to avoid certain animals and other creatures.

Even while most animals pose little threat to people, it is nevertheless advisable to exercise caution when you are outside.

She had been out with the kids on a normal day until she noticed a strange fuzzy ball-shaped creature.Mother Leslie Howe did that while she and her family were in a local park.

Leslie, a Georgian mother, saw an odd object near her children at the local playground in 2014. Before Leslie noticed an odd, hairy, ball-shaped monster, the day out with the kids had been normal.

The mother followed her instincts. In the end, it would turn out to be a smart decision. “It feels worse than a wasp sting.”

Leslie was in the park in Gwinnett County, Georgia, with her infant and two other young children when she noticed the “fur ball.” Despite its small size and first harmless aspect, she felt compelled to stay away from it.

This tale was first published a few years ago, but it is now making a comeback online to warn all American parents about the danger.

Leslie had hoped that by sharing her story, people would be warned not to approach the suspicious fur ball, which turned out to be a Megalopyge Opercularis larva, sometimes referred to as the puss caterpillar.

Perhaps the name alludes to the caterpillar’s velvety fur’s resemblance to a cat’s. Despite injecting venom, the bug’s exterior gives the impression that it is harmless. The venomous bristles underneath are covered in hair.

These larvae, which may grow up to about 1 inch in length, are found throughout most of the United States. According to NPR, they were “feasting on foliage in states as far west as Texas and between New Jersey and Florida.”

Avoid handling the puss caterpillar at all costs since its sting is excruciating. If you do that, they may adhere to you and inject their poison.

It is more painful than a wasp sting. When the organism sticks, the agony starts right away and gets worse. It can even cause bone pain. Where it becomes trapped and how many tags have penetrated your skin will determine how badly it gets stuck. According to Expressen, ethnologist Don Hall told National Geographic that those who had it trapped on their hands had complained of discomfort that went up to their shoulders and lasted for up to twelve hours.

Eric Day, manager of Virginia Tech’s Insect ID Lab, has undoubtedly been harmed by the puss caterpillar’s sting. While mowing the lawn at his rural Virginia home, he was bitten by the peculiar-locking caterpillar.

“That blister and the irritated area that followed were visible for several weeks,” he recounted, “but the burning sensation went away in about a day.”

If this caterpillar stings you, remove the dangerous hairs with tape and then carefully wash the area with soap and water. The National Capital Poison Center suggests applying hydrocortisone cream or baking powder to the stung site if it begins to itch. If it worsens, get medical attention.

Although puss caterpillars seldom cause death, their stings can result in anaphylaxis, which can be fatal.

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My Dad’s Entitled Girlfriend Mocks My Stuttering until She Finds Out Who I Am – It Was Time to Dot the I’s

I thought it was going to be a normal day at work until a stranger mocked me for something I had no control over. When I discovered who the stranger was, I didn’t hold back in calling her out. The best thing about the confrontation was that my father had my back.

I am sure I am not the only person who’s heard that if your partner mistreats service workers, that should be a red flag for your relationship. Their mistreatment is a sign that they look down on people who they feel are beneath them.

A waitress taking an order from customers | Source: Pixabay

A waitress taking an order from customers | Source: Pixabay

I learned this lesson during a recent and unexpected incident. See, I had been working at this restaurant for a year while busy with my Anthropology studies.

I would whip out my books and study between orders and when it was a slow day in the restaurant. Today was a busy day, and I hadn’t yet had a chance to go through my schoolwork, and worried I’d fall behind.

A waitress taking an order from customers | Source: Pixabay

A waitress taking an order from customers | Source: Pixabay

Juggling a part-time job and school isn’t easy. On that typical late evening, a middle-aged woman in a red dress walked into the establishment. For some reason, I distinctly felt a twinge of nerves.

She exuded an air of entitlement, and her sharp gaze scanned the room critically. Even so, I approached her with my usual courtesy, ready to take her order. “Good evening! I’m Alice. May I take your order, please?” I greeted her warmly with a broad and inviting smile.

A woman smiling while holding a book | Source: Pexels

A woman smiling while holding a book | Source: Pexels

I hoped my positive demeanor would calm her down because standing close to her, I could FEEL her bristling with annoyance. Her eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down, clearly unimpressed.

I instantly cringed physically as if she’d hit me or touched me unexpectedly. “And what is this new look you’re showing off, young lady? Where is your apron?” she snapped.

I felt a familiar tightening in my throat, my stutter threatening to emerge. “M-ma’am, I, I’m…”

Alice taking an order from Donna | Source: Midjourney

Alice taking an order from Donna | Source: Midjourney

She rolled her eyes dramatically, cutting me off. “I can’t HEAR you! Do you speak normal English? God, I’ll fire you straight away when I own this little shack.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was on the verge of tears as I tried to make sense of her statement. I wondered what she meant by owning the restaurant. I was about to open my mouth to defend myself and the establishment she’d reduced to a “shack,” when something happened.

An emotional woman | Source: Pexels

An emotional woman | Source: Pexels

Just then, my dad’s voice rang out from behind her. “Oh, you already met each other, perfect!”

Met each other? What was he talking about… What happened next became an absolutely gorgeous and memorable moment because the stranger started stuttering!

“H-h-honey, what do you mean?!” she asked, her previous bravado vanishing.

My dad walked over, smiling warmly. “You still don’t get it? This is my daughter, Alice!” he said, pulling me close for a one-armed hug.

A father hugging his daughter | Source: Pexels

A father hugging his daughter | Source: Pexels

Her face turned a shade of crimson as she looked back at me, her demeanor shifting from arrogant to flustered in a heartbeat! At that moment, I realized the MOST interesting part of the evening was about to begin!

The thought of crying was long gone as my father’s presence bolstered me. “Please, continue with what you were saying, ma’am. What were you saying you were going to do after you fired me when you own, what did you call it again? Ah yes! This shack?” I asked, grinning widely.

A woman smiling while holding a notebook | Source: Pexels

A woman smiling while holding a notebook | Source: Pexels

She stammered, trying to salvage the situation. “Oh, darling, you didn’t get the gist of what I was saying.”

“What were you saying, Donna?” my father asked as he started putting two and two together.

“Well, darling, of course, I was just j-j-joking!”

The woman punctuated the last word with a fake smile that convinced no one!

I raised an eyebrow, mimicking her earlier tone. “Oh, what’s wrong with YOUR English? So you can s-s-stutter and others can’t?”

An upset woman with a raised eyebrow | Source: Freepik

An upset woman with a raised eyebrow | Source: Freepik

My dad stood there, speechless, trying to process the situation.

I took a deep breath and turned to him, my heart pounding. “Dad, I’m sorry, but it seems like your taste in women failed after Mom.”

Donna reached out to him, but he stepped back, his expression hardening. “Please, honey, you have to understand. It was all a misunderstanding,” she pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice.

Donna defending herself while Alice looks on | Source: Midjourney

Donna defending herself while Alice looks on | Source: Midjourney

He shook his head, his disappointment evident. “I simply CAN NOT believe you’d talk like that with my daughter. Moreover, you didn’t know it was her, so that’s how you talk to service people?”

Donna’s eyes widened with desperation as she realized that things were backfiring on her.

I stood opposite my dad with a smug look and arms folded as I listened to their back and forth.

A father and his daughter standing with folded arms | Source: Freepik

A father and his daughter standing with folded arms | Source: Freepik

“No, no, I didn’t MEAN it that way. I just… I was having a bad day!” she exclaimed, sounding exasperated.

“Even a bad day wouldn’t excuse your behavior, Donna. You showed me your true colors,” my father said, his words marked with sadness.

“And those colors aren’t very pretty,” I added, siding with my dad.

A disappointed woman | Source: Freepik

A disappointed woman | Source: Freepik

“Please, give me another chance. I promise I’ll do and be better,” Donna begged softly, her voice breaking as all her arrogance went out the door. She never expected to get caught showing her true self.

A part of me felt sorry for her. It was clear from how she was reacting that she loved my dad, but how she treated me said a lot about her character. I wondered how many more people she had abused while they rendered services to her.

An unhappy woman holding a notebook | Source: Pexels

An unhappy woman holding a notebook | Source: Pexels

Whether she loved my dad or not didn’t matter if she wasn’t a good person and, as they say, “First impressions last.”

My dad looked at her with a mixture of sadness and resolve. “No, I think it’s best if we part ways. I can’t be with someone who disrespects my daughter and others like that.”

“Goodbye, and enjoy your last meal here, because I don’t think you’ll be welcome back,” I said, feeling a surge of confidence.

A woman smiling while standing next to her father | Source: Freepik

A woman smiling while standing next to her father | Source: Freepik

Donna’s face twisted in anger and humiliation as she opened her mouth to say something. But she thought against it before storming out of the restaurant. My dad turned to me, his expression softening. “I’m so sorry, Alice. I had no idea she was like that.”

“It’s okay, Dad. I’m just glad you know now,” I replied, feeling a wave of relief.

We hugged, and the other patrons in the restaurant, who had been quietly watching the scene, began to clap. I felt a surge of pride, knowing I stood up for myself and that my dad had my back. His entitled girlfriend was gone, and my dad and I could move forward without her toxic presence.

A father hugging his daughter | Source: Pexels

A father hugging his daughter | Source: Pexels

As the evening wound down, the restaurant became quieter. My dad and I sat at one of the tables, sharing a cup of coffee. The confrontation was still fresh in our minds, and we found solace in each other’s company.

“Dad, why did you never tell her about me?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

He sighed, stirring his coffee absentmindedly. “I wanted to, but it never seemed like the right time. I didn’t think she’d react like that.”

A sad father talking to his daughter | Source: Pexels

A sad father talking to his daughter | Source: Pexels

“Well, now you know,” I said, a hint of bitterness creeping into my voice. “It’s not the first time someone has mocked my stutter, but it hurt more coming from someone you cared about.”

He reached across the table, taking my hand in his. “I’m so proud of you, my angel. You’ve grown into such a strong and resilient young woman.”

His words warmed my heart, and I smiled at him. “Thanks, Dad. It means a lot to hear you say that.”

A happy woman smiling | Source: Pexels

A happy woman smiling | Source: Pexels

“I noticed how heartbroken you were to have to end your relationship. I am sorry, Dad,” I said, reaching out to hug him tightly.

“Thanks, pumpkin,” he smiled. “I did love her. We were together for almost a year, and I thought she was the one until today.”

I was sad for my father but secretly relieved that Donna didn’t become my stepmother. Something told me that my stutter would have been the least of my worries when it came to that rude woman. But luckily, fate played a good hand for me.

A sad father with his daughter | Source: Pexels

A sad father with his daughter | Source: Pexels

As the evening progressed, we talked about everything and nothing. The restaurant staff, who had seen the earlier drama, gave me nods of approval and supportive smiles. I felt a newfound sense of belonging and acceptance.

A few days later, life at the restaurant returned to normal. The regulars came and went, the kitchen buzzed with activity, and the waitstaff moved swiftly to keep up with the dinner rush. I felt a renewed sense of purpose and confidence in my work.

Happy patrons at a restaurant | Source: Pexels

Happy patrons at a restaurant | Source: Pexels

Later that night, as I was cleaning up, my dad approached me with a thoughtful expression. “I’ve been thinking about what happened with Donna,” he said.

I looked up from wiping down a table. “Yeah?”

“I realized that I’ve been too focused on finding someone new, and I haven’t been paying enough attention to you,” he admitted.

“Dad, it’s okay. I want you to be happy,” I replied, meaning every word.

A daughter comforting her father | Source: Pexels

A daughter comforting her father | Source: Pexels

He shook his head. “No, it’s not okay. I need to be there for YOU more. You’ve always been there for me, and I want to do the same for you.”

I felt a lump in my throat, touched by his sincerity. “Thanks, Dad. That means a lot.”

We hugged again, and I knew our bond had grown stronger through this experience. The restaurant became more than just a place of work; it was a place of growth, resilience, and family.

A father and his daughter embracing | Source: Pexels

A father and his daughter embracing | Source: Pexels

The incident with Donna reminded me that people’s true colors always come out eventually. My dad’s ex-girlfriend learned that lesson the hard way. That mocking others, especially family, has consequences. And for me, it was a sweet victory, knowing I stood up for myself!

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