I was in the backyard today watching the honeybees going in and out of the hives. Some were bringing back orange pollen from the tansy plants. After a while I thought I should do a little work, so I decided to weed around the blueberry bushes. Somewhere around the 4th bush, I felt a sting on the ankle. I think my brain was still in honey bee mode and I just said ouch and looked down expecting to brush off an errant bee. Almost immediately, I felt several more stings to the other leg and my brain switched to “Get out of here. These aren’t honey bees mode.
It’s funny how you can stay calm and relaxed around a hive of 30,000 honey bees even after getting a sting or two, but being near a hive of a few hundred more aggressive wasps is a whole different story. Mind you, if I knew the nest was there in the ground, I could have stood nearby and enjoyed observing them, knowing they wouldn’t have bothered me. I guess the weeding is done for now.