Of Bucks and Bees

You wait for the buck to cross your driveway so you can walk the dog home. While you're standing there, you aggravate a yellowjacket nest, leading to a painful and profane dance into the house. Not to mention the fright you put into your neighbors, with whom you’d just been having a pleasant conversation. Just another true story of life on the hill. You had to be there, but you're probably glad you weren't.

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