Sting

Dive Master C earned one of her nicknames by becoming a Medic/First Aid subject. At the time I was a Dive Master myself and was with another instructor and several other students completing their Rescue Diver Training. We were in the country at a little cabin in the woods and had spent the night there with all our gear hanging out to dry from the previous days diving. We got up the next morning early (O' Dark Thirty) and started
to don out swimsuits, etc when C started to dance around saying "ow ow ow, something is biting me" and pulled her swimsuit away from her body to let whatever it was get out. Nothing fell, flew, or crawled out. So she replaced her suit and there were several Rescue Diver Candidates crowded around behind her to check out the bite on her buttocks. We couldn't tell what it was and were genuinely concerned thinking maybe a spider, scorpion, or something had STUNG her. She starts dancing again and saying "It's got me again" or something similar. When she pulled her suit away this time, a Red Wasp flew out. We were thankful we now knew what it was and summarily nicknamed her 'STING'. We should have taken pictures.