Stung
As a child, I had a particularly memorable and unpleasant encounter with yellowjackets. Being a hippie-child, I was running around naked at the time, and the bites and stings I suffered would not have occurred were I dressed. Suffice it to say, I have a particularly strong aversion to yellowjackets, or wasps of any kind, actually.
I am older now and trying to maintain a pesticide-free yard and garden. Because of this, my old enemies are now my allies. To most, a wasp is a pest, but to those of us wishing to control garden-munching pests without the use of toxins, they are invaluable. As such, other than the ones right against the house or in doorways, I’ve stopped destroying the paper wasp nests that pop up all over my property. Hopefully, they’ll show me the same consideration and not try to bite or sting me anywhere unmentionable as they hunt for food.
I still haven’t forgiven the yellowjackets of the world, but at least I no longer go out of my way to hunt them down and destroy them. And thanks to Michael Vick, I no longer consider them to be the creatures least deserving to live on the face of the earth. Don’t worry, Michael, you’re still better by several orders of magnitude than, Bushboy, Big Dick and pretty much anyone associated with our current administration.
