🐝 and 🧛‍♀️

Well it all started because I wasn’t watching where a I put my feet. You see I was working with my dad and we were managing two curly hoses, a bottle of poison, and a ton of mosquitoes. My parents have a bit of a problem with the blood sucking monsters, so we were doing our best to get them under control.

If you have never wrestled with curly hoses, picture a thick, long, old-fashioned phone cord that tangles itself, but it’s lighter and easier than a standard garden hose. But I digress, and I should have known that those miniature vampires had an alliance with the buzzing 🐝 bees, but I was blissfully ignorant of their ability to help one another until I stepped in a bee trap.

I was happily wiping out the mosquitos by the thousands, spreading my watered down poison all over the shrubbery near the house when I felt the first sting on my hand, then my arm, then my hand, then my other arm.  In all six or seven stings before I got away, and one truly persistent bee 🐝 followed me all the way inside, only to be killed later.

After recovering, and unwilling to let them win, we returned to the scene of the rebellion and finished the job. Ha- take that you nasty, stinking 🐝bees  and your unkind alliance with the tiny 🧛‍♀️vampires.