Wendy buzzed around the grass looking for fruit. She couldn't find anything except a few bottle caps. Wendy was so hungry! Next, Wendy flew over to the trash can. Sometimes, when it was full, she could find something yummy near the top.
Today the trash can was empty, and Wendy moved on. Then Wendy saw something very beautiful on a picnic table. It was a tall cylinder that sparkled in the sun. Wendy flew in to take a closer look. It was filled with red liquid! Red was Wendy's favorite color, and all of the best foods were red or pink.
This was the brightest red Wendy had ever seen, and she knew the red water she found would be delicious. There was even a small stick poking out of the red liquid for Wendy to sit on. She couldn't wait to take a sip. Wendy flew to the white stick and sat down. She was just about to poke out her long, curved tongue when she heard a loud scream. It's a yellow jacket! And it's on my fruit punch! Wendy flew around the red drink and tried to find a safe place to land, but the boy wouldn't stop trying to hit her.
Wendy was taught to use her stinger only in emergencies, but she was so mad that she was ready to sting that mean boy's hands to teach him a lesson. Wendy flew straight to the boy's nose and landed there. She was afraid to be so close to him. The boy was afraid, too. He screamed even louder, and Wendy flew back to her nest as fast as she could. From now on, she would stick to the healthy fruit she found close to home.
Where does Wendy look for food? What does Wendy find to eat? What happens when Wendy tries to taste the red liquid? Do you think Wendy is the hero or the villain in this story?
This wasn't it , but it's the same guy's work. I wonder if wasps have any of the same systems. An anxious production indeed! I had no idea that wasps could dig. I wonder if all those apparently separate nests are actually linked underground into a large subterranean city… I think not mowing under the characterful laburnum is a wise choice. Look forward to the next Anxious Production. Better start designing the T shirts and coffee mugs…. Sorry you got stung, Dave but it did make me laugh.
Wasps nests here are usually hanging off beams etc not in the ground. Makes it sound like a bit of an occupational hazard…. I want more action, Dave. I want to see you chased by the wasps, and I want hospital scenes.
Dave, the photos are remarkable. Life and gardening on the Priory are so different than my quotidian experiences. But I do have wasps nesting under an eave of the shed. I won't venture to photograph or video. You don't wanna tempt those wasps anymore to sting you with a crazed 'jig'…now…Run VT! Well hello! New format, new media, it's all go at the Priory! Enjoyed the video though did feel a tad drunk whist watching it…!
Careful with those wapsies, we found two similar nests and they certainly don't want to be disturbed, let alone mowed over! You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google account. You are commenting using your Twitter account. You are commenting using your Facebook account.
Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed. Search for:. On the west lawn at the Priory is a laburnum tree L. In half-hearted flower — Spring But our laburnum grows out of a bank, beneath the beech hedging, at an alarming angle. Good for nothing gardener, you might think but for once I have an excuse. As I discovered the other week when I mowed over it. Suddenly there was a salvo, an eruption of wasps about my head.
Being of a temperate and manly disposition, I shouted a word of warning to anyone who may have been in the vicinity and then strode quickly but calmly to one side He shrieked like a twelve-year-old girl and trampled an elderly dog walker and toddler in his haste to get away — Ed. I had to wait two hours for the annoyed swarm to calm down so that I could gingerly retrieve the mower. Good deal. Underground wasp nests are generally in an abandoned mammal hole or a natural crack in the soil but by studying the needle-bottomed ones, I could see that they were carrying out crumbs of soil.
They might have inhabited an old hole but they were enlarging it. Certainly the hole has grown larger and larger. What are they doing down there? What are they making? What are they building? I got stung immediately after taking the video. Like this: Like Loading Down to unadulterated fear. Blood, Alberto? I think I've suffered quite enough thanks.
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