Ouch!

Ouch!

It began with a bee sting.  Three.  Maggie was weeding a garden and saw them swarming.  She was in her process so she didn't pay much attention to them.  It was about to rain and she wanted to finish with her garden cultivator fast. It was a new tool she had purchased the other day.  She knew it would make de-weeding much easier.   It would also turn over an inch or two of mulch, aerating the soil.

Oh, how she loved to watch it rain without seeing weeds.  There is something about dark mulch in the rain.  Rich. Healthy.

She was finishing up the last garden when she heard them. At first she did not know from where they were coming.  One by one they came toward her. Spinning round and round, Maggie was able to
avoid most of them.

The first sting was the worst.  Then her left arm began to swell.  A few other spots did, too.  She knew there had to be more.  She did not know how many. So she did what she must.  She waited for it to pour.  Armed with a golf-sized umbrella, broom and wasp spray with a projectile, she was set to do them in.

She couldn't get a proper angle with the broom.  And, they were annoyed at the puncture to their hive.  Maggie ran!

She ran into the rain drenched driveway for cover.  The yellow jackets followed half the distance and a half dozen of them were more than content to swarm around the hive.  One doesn't want to mess with angry yellow jackets.

Yellow jackets remind of to communicate.  To share our wants and needs.  To use our power to communicate as bees do.  Maggie took notice.

Ouch!