One of the multifarious downsides in these progressively more protracted summers is the profound prevalence of pests, more than a few of which wear stingers or proboscis at the ready, primed to add injury to insult in keeping with already unwelcome wretchedness so hastily visited upon pink Yankee flesh.
mowing, I hit the first yellow jacket nest, and then discovered nest #2 after
running over it with the skid steer, resulting in yet another angry, swirling
vortex oh, so non-dear. This has resulted in prevalent fear; imminent
stinger-danger seems always near, and of many areas one must stand clear.