tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174014975486129558.post1452427499853914773..comments2023-03-29T05:18:33.754-04:00Comments on Memoirs From a Country Boy: The Wasps, Again!!Cleotushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13504089403930770921noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174014975486129558.post-74611409708085655212009-02-20T09:20:00.000-05:002009-02-20T09:20:00.000-05:00Reading your post reminds me of a time back in 198...Reading your post reminds me of a time back in 1982 when I helped a friend build a timber framed green house. It was late Summer. The wasps were very active for whatever the reason.<BR/>Anyhow, we were setting the roof trusses. I had a spray can of wasp killer in my nail pouch because the wasps were everywhere.<BR/>Standing on an 8"x 8" beam two stories in the air spraying wasps as they would dive bomb towards me with one hand and handling trusses with the other.<BR/>It's seems funny now but at the time I assure you, it wasn't. I was stung a few times.<BR/>As some of the wasps would come at me from the front (as if they were diverting my attetion)others would come from behind, stinging me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174014975486129558.post-82722438780422287382009-02-16T11:35:00.000-05:002009-02-16T11:35:00.000-05:00You found out but didn't learn.MOMYou found out but didn't learn.<BR/><BR/>MOMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com