Dot's previously had a moderate anaphylactic reaction to a wasp sting so, with the wasp and bee season on us, all the precautions are in place, just in case.
Antihistamine tabs and gel, Hydrocortisone cream and Ibuprofen tabs are all on the windowsill near the kitchen door. She never wears her rings during the day and there's an electronic insect killer in the kitchen to deal with flying stingy things.
Even so, she insists that any bees are rescued and gently carried outside to be released at the far end of the garden but wasps are fair game for any form of whacking, belting, clouting, smashing and treading on.....Or, if all else fails, running away from.....Quickly
while I'm left to administer the coup de grace.
Milly's not too bothered with them, she just stands and watches them buzz round but sometimes moves out of the way if they come too close. She doesn't like crane flies though, chases them and stamps on them when they hit the floor.
Chaz, on the other hand, has a policy of hot pursuit and termination with extreme prejudice....He eats them
. Anything less than four feet from the ground is fair game and anything above that height is stalked unremittingly until it either flies into the zapper and disappears with a Bzzzt, comes down within his jump range or flies out through the open kitchen door.
One of these days he's going to get stung if he picks on a wasp or bee but maybe that'll be what it takes for him to learn a lesson. At least the piriton is close at hand.
In the meantime he's amusing himself by laying waste to the local crane fly population and appears every now and then with a wing or a couple of legs dangling down from his mouth
chomping away merrily.
Bob.
