Wasp & Men
Being a Farmer’s wife I hold many jobs a chef, housekeeper, and nurse. Tim and I no longer have children living at home but we are not empty nesters. Between the dogs inside and out, the goats, cats and Tim I have a number of children to take care of. Now I am not saying that Tim is a child however sometimes a little curious, void of fear child comes out in him.
At these times I have to act quickly to stop the action before it occurs or fix the injuries that happen after.
One afternoon I was enjoying having everything done the curtains were open and I loved the sunshine as its warmth came in through the windows. I was wondering where Tim was I had his tea ready and he told me he would be in shortly. A movement caught my eye from our den window I got up and went and looked out. I discovered to my horror Tim on a ladder with a can of raid spraying at a huge yellow jacket nest near the roof of our house. He would spray and jump from the ladder and run swatting at the wasps that were chasing him, on his face a huge smile. He ran toward the ladder again and had almost made it when I yelled his name, my foot tapping loudly on the porch.
“I am alright he promised, they are all gone, I just want to get the nest down so they don’t come back. I should have told you, I was going to,” he said looking at his hat he held in his hands.
“Get it down and come in, I have your tea ready,” I said raising my eyebrow at him as I turned to go inside.
I sat there thinking how Tim is allergic to stings of any kind, his throat swells and there he was doing such a thing.
I started shaking my head mad at myself I should have known he was being too quiet outside, I raised three children. I just should have known.