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Wasp Nest Under Construction 2
Mine eyes espied a glorious shade tree on a recent brutally hazy, hot and humid July summer day, where below the gnarled roots glazed occipital nerve did not see yellow-jackets minding their own beeswax when derriere i.e. did essay until deux stingers re: accessible bared skin apiary members did flay vulnerable hide bound part of my right knee, whereby toxin induced to feel slightly queasy and appear ashen gray yet possessed response to stand up and immediately flee as cohorts per hive stirred with protruding stingers ready to lay into another area of ripe human flesh with consistency of brie yet, no intent to be cheesy – nay on the con tray or re: only attempting to find good humor to stave discomfort at bay which quick thinking found me summoning medicinal salve to keep any potential swelling away thus this mister mom trotted into Belmont Hills lye bray r e soaking damp washcloths (I packed in plastic bag to cool thyself) and pray all the while mouthing expletives more emphatic than oy vey healing powers of self would allow this chap to feel okay enough until my then thirteen-year-old youngest daughter and tutor would sashay out into the blistering heat so we could be on our home bound way.
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