So sad, too bad, No honey for you...

Yellow jackets, the happy but still crazy cousin to the sister sister Bees.

But still not near as psycho as the dreaded wasp, that bitch is just a mean spirited vicious stinger with wings, flying around looking to inflict pain on some poor unsuspecting soul.

Couple of years back in early fall I wanted to smoke a ham, so out to the smoker I went with the ambitious intentions of a good scrub down. Armed with brush and soap without a shirt I open the lid and quickly realized a thriving colony of the most devious ill-tempered nastiest little creatures on God's green earth. The Wasp...

The assassin's creed propagated by the murderous little monsters has taught them to attack the dark spots, being the most sensitive. (eyes, nose, lips, etc.) As fate would have it, my belly button was the first thing they zeroed in on.

I'm here to tell you child, even though your umbilical cord may have been cut at birth, there are still a lot of nerves connect to it on the inside, that go all over the body...

Never in my entire life of toil and suffering have I ever experience such a debilitating shock of instantaneous pain to the complete body system all at once. It woke up and reconnect any bridges that may have lied dormant for decades and decades. All were alive, well and ready for business, to scream objections in ways the body clearly understands.

Literally knocking me to my knees, pain personified in ways unimaginable to the mere mortals.

The lesson learned in this sad story of waspy woe, turn the gas up and flash fire the smoker before lifting that damn lid... A warm welcoming committee for any that may reside since the last smoke.

Best to get rid of the yellow jackets, they may have been whispering with the wasps.😊

So sad, too bad, No honey for you...

Yellow jackets, the happy but still crazy cousin to the sister sister Bees.

But still not near as psycho as the dreaded wasp, that bitch is just a mean spirited vicious stinger with wings, flying around looking to inflict pain on some poor unsuspecting soul.

Couple of years back in early fall I wanted to smoke a ham, so out to the smoker I went with the ambitious intentions of a good scrub down. Armed with brush and soap without a shirt I open the lid and quickly realized a thriving colony of the most devious ill-tempered nastiest little creatures on God's green earth. The Wasp...

The assassin's creed propagated by the murderous little monsters has taught them to attack the dark spots, being the most sensitive. (eyes, nose, lips, etc.) As fate would have it, my belly button was the first thing they zeroed in on.

I'm here to tell you child, even though your umbilical cord may have been cut at birth, there are still a lot of nerves connect to it on the inside, that go all over the body...

Never in my entire life of toil and suffering have I every experience such a debilitating shock of instantaneous pain to the complete body system all at once. It woke up and reconnect any bridges that may have lied dormant for decades and decades. All were alive and well and ready for business, to scream objections in ways the body clearly understands.

Literally knocking me to my knees, pain personified in ways unimaginable to the mere mortals.

The lesson learned in this sad story of waspy woe, turn the gas up and flash fire the smoker before lifting that damn lid... A warm welcoming committee for any that may reside since the last smoke.

Best to get rid of the yellow jackets, they may have been whispering with the wasps.😊