Wasps

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. My little story follows the picture prompt below.

wasp-nest

PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

Wasps used to build their nest under the eves in late spring and early summer where I lived in Michigan.

Dad used to say all you have to do is hold your breath and they won’t sting you. Ha! My dad was a jokester.

My job was to go to the garage and get a broom and come out and knock them to the ground and then run like hell and hope they would not sting me.

My dad never did get stung by a wasp. I, on the other hand, have been stung numerous times.

I miss my dad.