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Those little critters are worse than having a can of whup ass poured on you. They are "bad to the bone"!
They've gotten me twice; the second time I ran over their "free fire zone" with a lawnmower.
I think I might have set a 100 yard dash world record on that occasion, but nobody was there to time me.
That encounter resulted in about 30 stings, and a trip to the hospital emergency room. I now keep an EPI pen handy around home, and one in my first aid kit when I'm on the river, or in the woods.
I don't call it the Yellow Jacket dance. I call it the Snoopy (Peanuts comic strip) dance. Both feet are high stepping, rapidly, but you can't seem to get any forward momentum going. My wife does the same dance when she unexpectly comes to close to a snake.
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