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September 5, 2012

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.

Whilst 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.