Last week I, along with some co-workers, were feeding dead salmon to bears. As you can probably imagine, the fish reeks (and so do we). The lovely smell attracts a zillion yellow jackets. They gather on the fish, the sidewalk, and us. A real pain for anyone, but especially if you’re allergic to bees, which I am.
At one point, I was using a garden hose to spray off my hands, which were covered in fish guts. Several yellow jackets kept coming at me. So what do I do? I spray them with the hose. One pesky fellow is only inches from the nozzle and I can’t quite get him, so I change my aim, waving the hose back and forth, trying to zap him away.
Then I realize what I’ve done.
In changing my aim, I’m no longer spraying toward the ground. I’m spraying my friend JT. In the face. And he’s just standing there. In silence. Wondering what he’s done to piss me off.
