My poor little "Baby Bear" got attacked by a hungry hornet tonight. He was over by our Rotatiller and was targeted by a beast of war. I was in the garage with my husband and CDK who is almost fourteen was on duty inside (reading a book). Our backyard is very kid friendly, but hornets have their own code of ethics. My son heard our little one screaming and ran out there. S.J. was sitting in his little Fisher Price plastic car freaking out because a pollinator was in his shirt with him. It bit him on the shoulder blade and possibly the arm. S.J. doesn't talk much yet at age 2 1/2, but he screamed like he was having a tooth extracted with out Novacaine. He was brought in the house and hugged by his big brother and both parents, in turn. I put him in the bath partially to wash off the bites and partially to get the ice cream out of his hair. After a few minutes of water play and wet floor, he seems fine.
Meanwhile, Dad and CDK went out to spray the nest in the tiller. S.J. had killed the original hornet by himself. As they were protecting their domain, Ben was inside making a cottage cheese, yogurt, water and milk smoothie because the fridge was left unlocked. Just goes to show that pests come in all shapes, colors and food preferences.
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