R I P Buddy

A couple of days ago, I introduced to Buddy, the hornet who had been living with us for over two weeks.  I talked about him being our new pet.  Most of you realized that it was all tongue-in-cheek humor.  To my delight, you went along and reacted strongly.  It was a lot of fun for me, and Sylvia enjoyed it too.

At our Tuesday night small group meeting, I mentioned Buddy.  You should have seen the look of horror on the faces of some.  Will I ever learn to “zip my lip?”

The Buddy saga has come to an end.  Wednesday night I was still awake around 2 AM (that would have been Thursday).  Sleep had fled and I walked through the kitchen on the way to the office.  That’s when I saw him on the counter.  I returned from the office with the camera.

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Buddy had expired.  There he was beside the container of drink we had prepared for him.  Contents were water, vinegar, sugar and a bit of salt.  According to an Internet post, it was supposed to kill the likes of buddy.  I guess it worked.

The next morning I found a hand-written note from Sylvia.  She completed the narrative of this would-be pet.

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Thus ends the tale of Buddy.  Thanks for enjoying his story with us.

Should I smash the next one that appears?

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About Chuck

I am retired after a career in electronics and in publishing. Today, my wife of 50+ years, Sylvia, and I live in a house on a hill beside a dirt road in rural west Michigan. We enjoy living in this country environment where livestock and wild life out number the human population.

8 thoughts on “R I P Buddy

  1. Sounds like a book title “Living with Hornets.” Maybe “Dying with Hornets” would be better. Anyway, I’m not really TOO sorry.

  2. Poor buddy boy thought he had a new place to live… he should have stayed outside in his element. 😉 I bet his mama warned him too…but you know, some people…er, um, hornets, never listen. :haha:

  3. Smashing is quicker but far less entertaining than this saga. footnote: I just smashed one in our kitchen window today.

    • It had become a matter that I could make it a game or be frustrated from not being able to smash him. :banghead: I chose the game, and it became very entertaining. Toward the end, he didn’t act frightened. Of course I wasn’t overtly threatening Buddy. The next one should not expect the same kind of treatment.

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