before the spray!This past weekend I had the delighful opportunity to get to know these guys on a, let’s say, more intimate basis. There’s nothing like being stuck in a rose bush with about 40 of these angry little fellas. However, after freeing myself from the thorns and fleeing to the safety of my living room flailing my arms above my head and screaming like a little girl (I’m told those two things really deter that particular species from pursing their otherwise helpless prey) I returned (after the benadryl kicked in) with spray can in hand to prove my point and remind all of natures flying creatures that God gave us thumbs for a reason.

And of course, in a strange but expected twist of fate, the can was empty before the job was done. So again ,remembering the advice of an amateur etomologist that I work with (thanks Paul), I fled for safety. Later I collected myself once again and returned to the scene to discover that I had indeed been victorious!

I can’t WAIT to see what THIS weekend holds in store…


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