It’s summer, you know what THAT means, bugs of all kinds just messing with you and they really enjoy it.
I was standing at the stove, making a really good dinner and I hear my husband running down the steps holding his finger straight in the air. No, not THAT finger! The other one! Now, he is from England, so please hear this with a really cool whispery voice and the lovely accent as you read, it adds to the drama. “Oh, bloody Hell, that bugger, fOck, a hornet stung my finger!” Hornet stings really hurt, they are the worst, maybe they are the Godzilla the of the insect world. He made a paste of baking powder to put on his finger, then was on his hornet-murderous way.
On the other hand —
There was a fruit fly in my Merlot.
You decide! Have a nice day!
I know, Damn fruit flies!
Enjoying the adventure,
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