Sandy G
Retired Member
One day, we were leaving the farm, all packed in the pickup. Suddenly my dad hollers like a mad bull, throws the truck into Park, jumps out, & starts tearing off his pants. a Wasp or Yellow Jacket had crawled up his britches leg, & was eatin' him alive... We also had these 2 ponies, mother & daughter. One time, these big clients of my dad came to the farm & wanted to see the ponies, which were, of course, loose. Henry starts chasing them, the ponies would run 25-30 yards & stop & turn around & look at him. Well, they did this several times, w/Henry gettin' madder & madder-AND more tired every time. Finally, they stopped at this one place, Henry put his hand up on this tree, & he was almost instantaneously COVERED in Yellow Jackets...He must have gotten popped 2 doz times, at least. Somehow, he made it back to the barn, we got him home & took him to the emergency room, they gave him a shot or 2 & he was alrite. The ponies got sold shortly thereafter, to a dog food plant, IIRC.....(grin)