Glenn and I took an early morning stroll around the garden specifically looking for two good places to transplant two shade tree saplings. Of course, both Jake and Buddy escorted us.
Suddenly I saw Buddy shuffle in gyrations; and, snapping at the air and snapping at his rear end. I witnessed those movements many times before; a bee/hornet was on the attack.
I could relate as I have been stung more times than I prefer. Tingling, needling, hurting, itching…
I sympathized knowing that Buddy’s butt was probably tingling.
Buddy moved closer to us and I could see one hornet buzzing his head. I urged Glenn to help eliminate the offender. Then, one big gulp and it looked like Buddy had swallowed the insect whole. Well, that takes care of that problem.
We started back to the house when I remembered I had wanted to check out a second location for the second sapling. The location was the place where I had first noticed Buddy in distress. I looked carefully for any hornets either coming or going to a nest site before proceeding. I saw none. Location agreed, Glenn and I again turned to walk back to the house.
Within seconds I felt the beginnings of a sting on my derrière. I jumped and made gyrations similar to those that Buddy had just exhibited.
Again, calling Glenn for his assistance; he found a hornet trapped inside, inside mind you, the top of my pants. How did it get there…I was wearing a t-shirt that ended well below the pant top. Glenn was able to remove the hornet and stomp on it.
I wailed, “Look, look again…are there any more?” Thankfully, the answer was in the negative.
Needless to say, my butt was already tingling!