wasps

My dad and I were outside in our driveway. There were a bunch of wasps around and Dad had me catch some in a short canning jar. I screwed the lid on and saw the wasps begin to look faint.

“We need to get them some air. They’re going to die,” I told my dad. He suggested I punch holes into the lid but I had a vision of the wasps slowly worming their way out through such holes, so I wouldn’t do it. “Why don’t we just let them go?” I asked and he agreed.

The wasps rose slowly out of the jar and hovered in the air. There seemed to be a lot more of them than had been in the jar. They turned toward me as if they knew that I had been the one to cage them. They suddenly flew at me extremely quickly. I ran toward the house and managed to get inside the front door. Some wasps got in after me and I frantically tried to kill them. Their abdomens started swelling into giant bulbs and they had some golden liquid in them. I swatted at them and they popped in midair like soap bubbles. I had shut the screen door only and now I shut the main door, too. I pressed a solid oak board against the door, just to be sure the wasps couldn’t get in.

My dad came in a little later. The time flew by really quickly until he was just suddenly running in the door. The wasps hadn’t been after him.