They’re gonna die. Tonight, I launch my attack. I shall lay my head down to sleep tonight knowing I’ve exacted my vengeance for the atrocities committed against me.
I learned a valuable lesson today: Yellowjackets are damned hard to get off once they’ve latched onto your clothing. And they can sting right through said clothing as if it weren’t there at all. Multiple times. I think the one that got me on my right ribcage must’ve hit me six or seven times. The worst part was that two of them got up my shorts. One for each cheek.
They’ll definitely make you give a fuck less whether the grass gets cut today or not!!
But tomorrow? Tomorrow the grass will be cut… yes indeedy. I’m gonna cut me some fucking grass tomorrow and I hope I see little dead yellow motherfuckers all over my lawn.