Today I went out to change the gas in my lawn mower. Simple enough, empty the old gas into a can and fill it with fresh gas. Nobody warned me about the Yellow Jackets! Damn! They got me not as good as they could have but pretty good anyway. Back of the neck, top of the hand as they obviously got down into my sweater.
It’s been about twenty or so years since I’ve been stung but it is par for the course out here in the country. I got rid of a huge nest out front last summer but had no clue that another nest was between the creek and my property. I now know they are there but I could have just been more aware, right? Wrong, I walked out back just like I owned the place and bang! . . . bang! Could have been worse and in the past it’s been a lot worse so I now have to mow the clover that is ankle high and watch my six at the same time. Who said city living is terrible? Actually, I’d much rather get stung a few times than live in a city.
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