Wasps

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. My little story follows the picture prompt below.

wasp-nest
PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

Wasps used to build their nest under the eves in late spring and early summer where I lived in Michigan.

Dad used to say all you have to do is hold your breath and they won’t sting you. Ha! My dad was a jokester.

My job was to go to the garage and get a broom and come out and knock them to the ground and then run like hell and hope they would not sting me.

My dad never did get stung by a wasp. I, on the other hand, have been stung numerous times.

I miss my dad.

 

 

 

9 thoughts on “Wasps

  1. Anonymous August 22, 2016 / 8:35 pm

    Great story — loved the final words of it

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  2. gahlearner August 18, 2016 / 5:50 pm

    Can you blame the wasps when you knock down their home? Great story, lovely memory with a sting.

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  3. liz young August 18, 2016 / 12:23 pm

    My dad told me to ask a wasp politely to leave – he said flapping hands maddened them. Certainly if you stay calm you’re more likely to be able to smash them flat with a newspaper!

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  4. draliman August 18, 2016 / 7:43 am

    I guess at least if you hold your breath they won’t fly into your mouth…

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  5. Sandra August 18, 2016 / 7:03 am

    Well, it’s the running away that did it, I guess. Maybe you should have stood still and held your breath. Or maybe not. 🙂 Good one.

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