• From this point, Hershey started shaking his head like crazy, he changed direction, and he headed straight for me... well, not at a 'dead run' - he's 23 years old! So, let's just say 'with a hurried purpose', okay.
• I was backed up to the chicken coop, so I just waved at him to let him know I preferred not to be his road.
• At that moment, the poop hit the fan. More accurately, the wasp hit my chin. I can move pretty fast for an over the hill gal!
• Hershey went to the left and the wasp and I went to the right. Ummm... it wasn't my idea to take the wasp with me. I waved my hat to chase it away. Nicely, mind you... just a little wave...
• By this time, the wasp was really mad and the hat waving did not have the desired effect. Then things got interesting...
• You know what will make a wasp really really mad? Let it get caught in your hair. Actually, I don't recommend that at all... I ripped the scrunchie out of my hair (yeah, my hair is pretty long...) and whacked myself on the head repeatedly with my hat while I listened to the cranky wasp buzz in my hair. This was not my most peaceful moment of the day - just in case you were wondering...
• Eventually, I must have whacked it sufficiently to let it know that I was not happy to have it as part of my latest hairdo because it took its cranky self away and I ducked into my barn.
I 'took inventory' and figured that I was okay, but I wondered how long I could stay in the barn. Overnight? …sounded like a good plan for about three seconds. It's hot in there.
I opened the door a little (coward that I am) and peeked out to see if there was any critter flying around out there. Nope. So I bravely sauntered 'with purpose' to the house. By the way, I still had the camera, hat, and scrunchie in my possession =) hehe - I think that counts for something! *lol*
After that, I didn't do anything for the rest of the day except watch the horses while I did some artwork. Oh, yeah - and I blogged ;-)
So how was your Monday?