Phone rang this morning at 0630. Got to be bad news at that hour.
Well it was for the muntjac who had got clobbered by a farmer's son's car. Could I attend as they couldn't find it in the small wood by the side of the road?
Finish dressing, rifle and semi-auto out of gun box.
Up the road to the wood to find a munty stag with a broken hip trying to stagger around.
Dispatched, loaded and home for breakfast.
Clear garage and arrange table, knives, etc.
Guts out, hung up, head off, start skinning.
A wasp appears, then another, and another, and another, and another...
Hundreds of the things. All over the animal, all over me, in my hair (such as I have got), in my beard (I've lots of that), flying right inside the beast.
More and more and more.
Cut ropes to allow whole thing to drop into the dustbin beneath. 100'S of the little whatsits go in with it. Slam on lid and retreat - very hastily I might add.
Luckily I did not get stung. Or my dog who was watching the comedy unfold. I am allergic to bee stings - don't know about wasps.
Anyway, it will now be used as fox bait and I put the whole thing down to experience - a bad experience.
Was it natures revenge for the wasp nest I had 'done' last Tuesday. It was in the roof of the cottage.