Yellow Jackets!! Attack!!

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.

No….that’s hype.

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.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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