We have a post on the porch that wasps have collected on several times.
Today they were back again, so I went and got the wasp spray - a job always done by Greg before.
And I've always given him a hard time for using so much.
So.... I sprayed a few little squirts and the pack of 5? 8? separated and flew away.
I backed off and watched.
Then I felt something wet against my side - under my arm.
A wet wasp.
So, naturally, I shooed it away.
And it headed straight for a group of kiddos: Dale, Alan, and the 2 little girls they were playing with.
It flew right between them.
I've never chased a wasp before.
It had to have been dying though, because it went past them and landed under the big dog close by.
I'm lukcy that dog isn't skittish, because I jumped at it and stomped under it (it was standing) and squished the wasp.
the wasps were still circling and mad.
I went back toward the house.
And then I heard Dale screaming
I DONT' WANT IT ON ME!! I DON'T WANT IT ON ME! IT'S ONE ME GET IT OFF ME! I DON'T WANT IT ON ME!!!!
and he had one up by his collar bone.
So I went at Dale and hit the wasp off of him. And boldly too. Not in a girly / scaredy way.
Because I only had one shot to get it right.
It hit the ground and I squished it too.
I didn't feel like much of a hero though, since I caused the whole thing and all.
In fact, I felt a little sheepish.
I think I'll leave the wasp extermination to Greg in the future.
(and not say ONE WORD about how much spray he uses!)