Written for John Holton’s Writer’s Workshop
for the week of February 13-20 in response
to his prompt: Tell us about an encounter
with a bee or wasp (or hornet). Here’s my story.

One summer while vacationing in Montauk, NY, I had an unwelcome incident with a yellow jacket.
I rarely wore shoes the whole time we were staying at the beach house so I didn’t think twice about walking barefoot across the back lawn on my way to the pool. Suddenly I felt a sharp sting under my foot, followed immediately by a burning sensation. When I jumped back, a yellow jacket took off from under my foot. I hobbled inside, grateful the little bugger didn’t hang around to sting me again.
I checked the bottom of my foot; there was a raised red circle in the arch area, about an inch in diameter, which was numb and hard to the touch. It was quite uncomfortable to walk and my foot stayed that way for about two weeks before returning to normal.
But I wasn’t done with the yellow jackets just yet.
One evening I stepped outside to light the barbeque for dinner. As I got closer to the grill, I noticed a yellow jacket hanging around. I kept watching as it disappeared into the grill and didn’t come out. I decided to investigate and carefully raised the grill’s lid. Sure enough, there was a small hive inside the barbeque …. an unpleasant find, to say the least. Well, I wasn’t going to get stung again and I thought “turnabout is fair play”.
Now, I’m not one to willfully harm another creature …. unless it’s a yellow jacket. I slowly turned on the gas to the barbeque, clicked the start button and carefully closed the lid.
I felt a little bad about getting rid of the yellow jackets so ruthlessly but it was the best way to deal with the problem, especially with my young sons always outside and in danger of being stung. Those buggers weren’t going to sting me or anyone else ever again!
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Yellow jackets are evil.
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You can say that again!
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Spivy grilled protein! 🐝🐝
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*Spicy*
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But picking those wings out from between the teeth no fun! 😂
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Sometimes you have to do what you have to do!
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Exactly how I saw it, dear Keith!
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It’s a difficult one, but you did it as kindly as you could.
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Self-preservation spurred me on, Esther!
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I’d have done the same exact thing. I’d turn the heat up as high as it would go and incinerate the little bastards.
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That’s pretty much what it was like, John. I felt like Rambo!
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Ditto.
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My rule on bugs is that if they are not paying rent, then they are not staying in my house. If any insect attacks me, I feel that I have the right to kill it.
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Makes perfect sense to me, John. If there’s a bug inside the house but it’s not bugging me, I’ll try to shoo it out a window. I will never harm a lady bug under any conditions. 🐞
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My brother’s name is John.
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Shit! Sorry, Jim!
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Are you still having problems with your commenting. or has everything been resolved.
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Everything’s been resolved, Bob!
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Don’t call me Shirley.
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😂
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Willow always calls me Jim.
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I have seen those comments.
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We are at the “easily confused age”. 😂
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Speak for yourself.
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😁
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I do the same with my sons and my grandkids. It’s a curse! 😂
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I cringe. I had the same experience walking barefoot in my garden, and have had it in for yellow jackets ever since. They are mean. They are aggressive. They hurt, a lot. You gave them a quick death, which is more than what they deserved.
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Preach it, sister! It took one sting to teach me never to turn my back on a yellow jacket!
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Yellow Jackets are Gods favorite demon insect. Over the years, I’ve had numerous run-ins with the little bastards. Stuck my hand in my mailbox, Bam, five of them got me. Didn’t see the nest in my tool shed, Boom, another surprise attack. Like you, I stepped on one in the grass, Yikes! One got me and then called for reinforcements. Down here in Texas, we have numerous demon wasp, even ones that live underground. I think you did us humans justice by BBqing their butts. PS..I’ve also killed them with my Daisy BB gun.
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Damn! I’d forgotten about the ones living underground. We have them here, as well. Sneaking stinging SOBs. You’ve had more than your share of being on the receiving end of an angry YJ. Next time I’m aiming my flame thrower at a hive, I’ll think of you, Phil!
Burn, baby, burn!
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One more thing, I had Murder Hornets in my Salvias that were killing my sweet little Honeybee’s. Hot Shot only made them laugh and mock me. My Daisy BB gun took care of them, one at a time.
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Murder Hornets? What the hell? With a name like that, there’s no question they need to be annihilated. Bastards!
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Like I said…..bastards! Poor little bumbles. RIP 🐝
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Ouch.
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With a capital O!
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Ruthless! 😅
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And I’d do it again!
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Barbecued wasps 😅
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Hahaha! Good one, Sadje!
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😂
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