Summer Buzzzzzz

Everyone knows I hate winter and love summer. I’d rather sweat than shiver any day. You can have your cuddly blankets and hot cocoa by the fireplace; give me patio furniture and lemonade out by the pool.

Except for one thing. (You knew there’d be an “except,” right?) Wasps. Hornets. In fact, anything that flies, buzzes, and builds its home near me. I hate them. I hate flies, too, but I’m not as scared of them as I am freaked out by them. I mean, they land on dog poop and dead animals then land on my food! Oh, yuck!

Anyway, wasps and/or hornets are flying around my back door. My son pointed out their nest (or hive or whatever it’s called) sticking to the mortar joints between the brick just above my back door.

I am now officially terrified to leave my house.