This time it wasn't me having a Poor Man's Cardiac Stress Test.
I was standing there laughing and my poor wife was experiencing tachycardia, tachypnea, adrenaline and a general case of the clanks.
In that order.
Y'see, my wife and I are both allergic to wasp sting.
We were working on the front porch, trying to get as much done as we can before the weather breaks.
We were working not long after first light so we wouldn't have to dodge yellowjackets.
Nobody told the yellowjackets.
They like me better than they like my wife, so I drew back away from the porch.
This did not help my wife's angst.
She flinched as she was orbited, ducked as she was buzzed, squealed with distress as said subject yellowjacket altered course and fell into my personal gravity well.
I'm standing there laughing as said yellowjacket lands on my nose and casually walks around, then climbs up behind the lens of my glasses ... and my poor wife's lovely blue eyes are big around as a shot glass, her face the color of wheat paste.
The yellowjacket departed after its exploration.
We did too.
Nice weather or not, we won't be working on that porch anymore today!