The Sting

One sunny day in February 2009, a mother worked on the endless cycle of dishes. She could hear her wee one near the sunny back door, thumping lightly on the glass. When, with no advance warning, there was a terrible screech and cry ringing across the house. The Wailing child came running with one finger in the air proclaiming "It stings! It stung me! It stings!" Indeed the wasp had stung. But then if you were offered an enthusiastic, willing finger, you would sting too! With a little bit of "after bite" and some hugs and a truck the sting soon came to be a rather exciting story. However, a lesson was learned, and flying things now could be "stinging" types and the wee one now enjoys having mommy "Kiw ((kill)) It" for him.