Fun with Yellowjackets!

[6_bleen_7]

When I was about five years old, we went on a family picnic to some quiet, shady spot in the Cascades. While Mom assembled our meal, I busied myself digging a hole to China, like any normal kid would do, eagerly shoveling out handfuls of rich, pine-scented earth. I felt my hand slice cleanly through some sort of foamy substance: I'd scooped out

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[chillyrodent]

Your journal name seems especially fitting for this entry.

[6_bleen_7]

Heh-heh-hadn't thought of that.

[6_bleen_7]

Heh-heh-most of them aren't up to flying at all. The healthier ones, however, do a great Drunkard's Walk. I never considered before how easy it is to trip over your own feet when you've got six of 'em. But primarily, by the time I get home from work they're generally too weak to do anything more than paw feebly at the air, which almost makes me sorry for the little vermin.