 Brush it off, and a stinger that in my mind was the length of this room and super sharp stuck my hand that I went to brush it off with. So I felt it. It was like I put my hand, slammed it against a needle, only it didn't puncture me because I moved too fast. And my hand was killing me. I went inside, and I was like, I'm neurotic, right? So I'm staring at it, and I noticed that it made an indentation, but I caught it just short of puncturing me.