This piece was written for OLWG#165
Mia, my littlest granddaughter, danced into the room where I was reading, “Papá,” she looked at me with those big brown eyes, “Are you coming to my game today?” She played for a team affectionately called, ‘The Honeybees’.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. What time is it?”
“We play at four,” she said, “at MacArthur Park.”
I don’t know why, but I looked at my watch before announcing, “Yeah, I think I can do that. Who do you guys play today?”
“The Murder Hornets.”
“They’re the girls from Eastwood, aren’t they?”
“Uh huh.”
“They any good?”
“They’re a lot better than we are.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Mia, Bees versus Hornets; sounds like it could be an intriguing match up.”
“They’re not just Hornets, Papá, they’re MURDER Hornets.”
“Well then, maybe you should forget it. I’ll make it official. You can’t play.”
“Papá, I wanna play.” Mia looked at me with her sad eyes, “ We might be able to beat them if I don’t let any line drives get by.”
“Then we’ll both be surprised.”
“Papá,”
“Yes, Mia.”
“Are you messing with me?”
The prompts were:
- you can’t play
- we’ll both be surprised
- damn, no ketchup
Seriously, have you SEEN those things?! Holy crap! As if C-19 wasn’t enough this year. A co-worker is a beekeeper and his farm is dangerously close to where those monsters have been found. Also in relation to your story: My sister used to play on a woman’s soccer league. Her team dreaded the “Barbies”. It wasn’t their actual team name, just what my sister’s team (The Bagel Dogs, because that’s what they were eating for lunch the day they were trying to come up with a team name) called them because they were all tall, pretty, long flowing hair and had spiffy matching uniforms, in pink, no less. But they were brutal on the field.
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We have something called a Cicada Killer… just goes after the Cicada…but they look creepy.
I just found out (reading) that “The western cicada killer is closer in color to the Asian giant hornet, being reddish brown and yellow. However, there is no contrasting color between the head and thorax and, on the western cicada killer, the stripes are jagged.” …these are two different bugs. Holy Guacamole those Killer Hornets are big! Eek! So far they aren’t in my area…
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We’ve got a lot of bad-ass bugs here. No murder hornets though. At least not yet.
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