Most of you who know me in person know my wife, Mary. Those of you know me online, dont. So, I have to tell you one thing about her: she is purposeful. She can spend a year trying to figure out how she wants to do something, but once she actually STARTS doing it, nothing gets in her way. So yesterday, she went out to clean out the shed. And once there she encountered not one, but two wasp nests. She is not one to use chemicals, but she is a resourceful woman. At her disposal was a weapon of mass insect destruction--the shop vac. She plugged it in and SWOOSH, there went one nest. Then SWOOSH, there went the other. Most of the 20-plus flying foes were safely inside their canister prison. Yet there were still some stragglers who remained. Undeterred, Mary fought on, Zorroing them one by one by brandishing about the vacuums pipe until most were felled. Then they got in their revenge. Most of them, thinking that they were being attacked by the vacuum, perched on the edge of the pipe, stinging at that, watching their companions get sucked up, one by one. But one of the more clever critters realized who the real assailant was and stung poor Mary. Moments later my phone rang, and I somewhat became aware of what was going on. I answered and she queried, What do you do for a wasp sting? Ever quick with a Google I found the answer, but before I could give it to her, she cried, Never mind, Im at war 20 wasps! and forayed back into the battle. About 10 minutes later she came into my office, cheeks flushed, and after recounting the battle, which included the pantomiming of her sword/vacuum thrusts. And then she stopped and thought about it. That could have gone a lot worse than it did, couldnt it? Next time Im wearing long sleeves, jeans and gloves. Beware ye wasps of the world, shes already planning for next time!
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 21:41:03 +0000
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