Fields of Gold: Vespid Wasps Revisited
I figure I should explain why Vespids and I are enemies, since I kind of left that unresolved in my last post.
Picture this. It's 199(1?), at some nondescript cabin-camp site in a town called White Fish Falls, which as is my understanding, was somewhere near sudbury. My broither and I were just little-'uns and were playing a game of "Hide the Rock" with our stepbrother (not official by marriage). We decided the best place to hide said rock was on a small mountainous rocky structure, inside of an old abandoned log. Our stepbrother (Eric) clearly knew this and dumbly went along with it
"Hmm... I wonder where it is... Could it be HERE?"
He kicked the log, giggles from my brother and I. The laughter faded once we heard what could only be described as the sound of a power generator. But, what's this? no one had a generator! But what was this noise?
I'll fucking tell you what it was..
THAT!!! TIMES LIKE, 1 MILLION!!!!!!!
They swarmed us. You know how in the cartoons where the cloud of bees attacks those intent on pilfering honey? Well, its true. they do that, and so they did, and so we felt.
We ran like hell down the stony structure, wailing tales of agony and defeat as the neighboring children looked in awe. When all was said and done, we both individually wound up with over 50 stings.
This my friends, is why I fucking hate Vespids.
They can fucking die for all I care. fuck pollenation.
Bitter much?
Picture this. It's 199(1?), at some nondescript cabin-camp site in a town called White Fish Falls, which as is my understanding, was somewhere near sudbury. My broither and I were just little-'uns and were playing a game of "Hide the Rock" with our stepbrother (not official by marriage). We decided the best place to hide said rock was on a small mountainous rocky structure, inside of an old abandoned log. Our stepbrother (Eric) clearly knew this and dumbly went along with it
"Hmm... I wonder where it is... Could it be HERE?"
He kicked the log, giggles from my brother and I. The laughter faded once we heard what could only be described as the sound of a power generator. But, what's this? no one had a generator! But what was this noise?
I'll fucking tell you what it was..
THAT!!! TIMES LIKE, 1 MILLION!!!!!!!
They swarmed us. You know how in the cartoons where the cloud of bees attacks those intent on pilfering honey? Well, its true. they do that, and so they did, and so we felt.
We ran like hell down the stony structure, wailing tales of agony and defeat as the neighboring children looked in awe. When all was said and done, we both individually wound up with over 50 stings.
This my friends, is why I fucking hate Vespids.
They can fucking die for all I care. fuck pollenation.
Bitter much?