I was eating some chicken outside.


A yellow jacket buzzed around.


So I held a little teeny-tiny piece of it for it.


Things seem to be okay; but then I felt it.


Was it a sting or was it a bite?


Maybe it mistook my thumb for some of the chicken—chicken is often greasy.


It wasn’t really painful, but I decided it wore out it’s welcome, so I probably flicked it away.


I don’t think I ever saw it again.


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At another time, a few came through my window.


So I put some syrup on a cap to see what will happen.


A few more flew in.


They drank it up—they sure seem to like syrup a lot.


I guess after they had their fill, the flew away—“buzzed off” if you will.