Polistes Encounter

A couple of days ago, I had an unexpected encounter with a Polistes ...that is latin for wasp. I was minding my own business when from out of nowhere that little devil slammed into my forehead in violent fury and zapped me. The battle was on. I nearly knocked my brains out trying to keep it from getting in my hair and stinging me again. Lucky for me, I had not yet picked up my iron skillet to start breakfast.  I was stunned for a few seconds then the pain started.  Within a few minutes every wrinkle between my hairline and the bridge of my nose had smoothed out better than if I had injected it with botox. 
As I regained my senses, revenge was the only thing on my mind. It was apparent that 'satan with a stinger' had escaped the battle and was hiding.  There was no doubt in its mind that it has chosen the wrong victim.  I waited patiently until I heard it buzz.  I took my scissors and with one snip, I chopped off its stinger butt.  (I learned how to do that from my mother decades ago.)  Thinking that the encounter was over, I started to wash my scissors when I noticed that the front half of the stubborn little vermin was still walking and wings buzzing!  One more snip. 
Today my forehead is still slightly swollen, a little sore to touch, and my headache almost gone.  I still haven't figured out if the headache came from the sting or was self inflicted during the battle.