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One day when I was about five years old I realized something I never thought possible. I’d never seen my grandmother spank or even scold any of her grandchildren.  We quickly learned that our dear little grandmother could and would, without any hesitation, deliver justice as she saw fit.

As such,  my cousin, Randy, and I were the first ever recipients that we knew of anyway, of her justice in the form of both her severe scolding and even a spanking from her.

Not that we were always into trouble, but something that day pushed us into doing something we thought would be pretty funny. Boy, oh boy were we ever wrong.

We’d been outside playing all day like kids did back then. And we were dirty and sweaty and hot and always on the move.

I don’t remember exactly which one of us, me or Randy first saw it, but we both were equally guilty in what we did after we first discovered the thing. There it was – a big black wasp just laying there on the step. At first we stayed away because even at five or six years old we knew just what pain that thing could deliver.

So we stood there in the sweltering heat and watched for a few minutes, keeping our distance and ready to take off running should we need to.  We never saw it move, not one little bit. We both had sticks in our hands. We’d probably been sword fighting or something before we saw it. We edged closer and kept a wary eye on the big, black, evil looking bug and still saw no movement.

We got up the courage to begin to poke the thing a bit and move it around on the step and still nothing.

About that time we got to thinking how funny it would be to scare Randy’s bigger brother with the thing. He was a year older and was off doing something else.

We discussed what we should do and came up with a plan. Now this is where it got really interesting. We knew our timing had to be perfect. But before that we had to make sure the wasp was actually dead.

So we poked it some more and scooted it around and finally declared the thing dead.

Then we called Jimmy, Randy’s brother, my older cousin. We yelled to him that we wanted to show him something. He politely yelled back to us that he didn’t care what we wanted. But we kept yelling and then finally Randy ran to him and almost drug him back to the steps on our front porch.

Now, I’m not going to admit that I was the culprit that actually did the next dastardly thing or if it was Randy. I don’t really remember if it was him or me, but as I already said we share the guilt.

Anyway, while Jimmy had his back to the step and never saw the wasp, we not only did the evil thing I am writing about but we also lied to him about something else. And he was looking for that something else in the grass. When he bent over we had him right where we wanted him.

We pulled the back of his shorts out and dropped the “dead” wasp into his shorts.

At first nothing happened and then the screaming and jumping and running and crying started.

A few moments later our grandmother was rushing outside to see what had happened and when she was able to catch up with our frantic seven year old cousin and pull his shorts off we knew we were in really big trouble. We even tried to hide but our grandmother knew we were behind whatever was going on.

The wasp had fooled us – don’t know how he did it after all of our poking and prodding, but he did.

Jimmy suffered multiple wasp stings on his behind. Randy and I, likewise, suffered multiple stings, of a different sort, on our behinds.

Since then I’ve never trusted a single wasp and avoid them with a passion.

Sorry Jimmy………….hope you can forgive us someday. Love you cuz.

Thanks for reading…..
Paul

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