As Chett was starting to repot Wyldes sunflowers (he got them from kindergarten camp and when they get as tall as we are it is time to start school) he moved some things around on the deck. Bad idea. Apparently he disturbed a healthy wasps/hornets nest (I don't really know the difference - I suppose I should google it). Needless to say the wasps were not happy and began to dive at him. One even stung his ear. He comes in screaming like a little girl. Seriously. His voice was higher than it was pre-puberty! Screaming about trying to get away from the angry wasps and nearly jumping off the deck just to get away from them. You see our deck has no outlet and the only way off is to climb down, jump off or go inside. He thought the hose might help so he went into the backyard and began spraying them with the hose. Yeah. That helped.
Not wanting to get stung myself but wanting to help my husband who has no idea what he is doing I decide to dress for the occasion. For me that means covering all visible skin so that the wasps have no where to sting me. So, in 100 degree heat I put on my "sweat" pants, chetts boots, my bath robe and put a scarf over my head!! I tell the kids to stay inside!!! I go out on to the deck and throw the wasps house over board!!! (the unused, broken grill Chett should have got rid of months ago!!) I kill, maybe 2! I screamed a little.
I swear if anybody was watching us at that moment had to think we were special.
My husband thanked me! I feel like we done good.
Stay Funny San Diego, Daya
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