I was just a young boy in the summer, and started to get nervous about the growing yellowjacket hive on the ceiling of the outhouse.
One afternoon, I decided to get rid of them. I went to the basement and got a wide-mouthed gallon jar. I grabbed a stepladder from the shed. And I very quietly and carefully got the ladder in place, creeped up the steps, and popped the open jar over their hive. I slid it sideways to knock the hive down into the jar.
Now, what did I do with the lid? I don't see it anywhere?
So my move is to bring the jar down quickly, and shove the top up into the inside of my shirt to seal off the escape.
I felt a sting stepping down the ladder. I stepped more quickly. I felt another. Then a couple more. I hit the ground running, at this point pulling the jar out from under my shirt and leaving it bounce off the ground. Of course, I'm still being stung by all the buggers under my shirt. I could see them flying off as I tore off my shirt sprinting across the yard.
What goes through a young boy's mind at this point?
I sure hope nobody saw me pull that boneheaded stunt!
Just a bunch of sore swollen sting marks for me.
Electric Kayak Motor
Canoe/Kayak Storage Racks
Paddler's Truck Rack
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