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Originally Posted by CaliforniaMama
Thanks to your example, I knew what to do when my son came to me this morning with a yellowjacket in his shirt. 
I grabbed a garbage bag and threw it over the y ellowjacket, shirt and all.
We didn't tie it up to suffocate the poor thing, though. I dumped my son out first.
Apparently, the yellowjacket has been in his shirt for a couple of days, ever since hubby brought it in from the drying line.
Weird timing, isn't it, that it happens while we have this thread running. |
fixed it for me...
Excellent!!! Once I got the yellow part out of my mind. The whole "shirt and all" part left an image of you with a bag full of shirt yellowjacket and son. Congratulations!
an interesting coda here, an hour later we were at the grocery store getting some dinner fixins and I felt something tickling my leg. I was wearing some light loose hiking pants with long zippers at the cuffs. I unzipped the cuff and pulled up the pant leg there in the store... Yup. There was the last of the yellowjackets crawling up my leg about six inches above my knee on the outside of my thigh. I was so surprised, I didn't take a picture. (I know, pretty surprised, eh?). Flick, squish. My genocidal satisfaction was finally complete.