I mowed over a big yellow jacket nest yesterday.
I don’t think it was as big as this one…but it was underground, so you can never tell.
I started running when the first one stung me.
When I thought that I was far enough away from the nest and the abandoned mower, I stopped running and realized that I was covered in yellow jackets….and that they were still stinging me.
It was like I was wearing a yellow jacket sweater.
There were a bunch on me….but I wasn’t coated.
Isaac started swatting me with a road sign that he found in the old garage over at the “property” (what we call the Barber Rd. house)…and I beat off the rest with my hands.
Aggressive little SOB’s, for sure.
I’m all “swolled up” right now.
That’s what happens when I get stung.
Those rat bastards hide in the ground….and come boiling up to the surface when you mow over them.
What else in nature do I need to be afraid of?
What else is out to get me?
Only time will tell.