Waspish

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ecoguardpestmanagment.com

It was probably as surprised as I was. After all the waving of a yellow flag, merely my napkin, did not make sense to the wasp. Not a flower, but annoying. 

When the tip caught its little rump, it zipped past me, and on the way by, thrust its tiny dagger into my left thumb. Except for the sudden prick of pain,

I thought nothing of it until slowly, steadily my thumb blossomed red, the back of 

my hand puffed up like bread rising. 

I could only hope that the wasp was satisfied 

with it’s little fly-by shot of venom. 

“If I be waspish, best beware my sting,”

~ William Shakespeare,

 The Taming of the Shrew