Twelve Angry Wasps

Dear Chronicle,

I feel I must report on a most questionable decision I made today.

It began with seven wasps.

By the time they turned on me, however, there were twelve.

I cannot really explain it. I suppose they just annoyed me.

Giggle Sprout told me they were only trying to make friends.
I disagreed.

So naturally, I did what any sensible miniature dachshund with a strong sense of justice would do.

I chased them.

They did not appreciate this.

At first, it was almost impressive. I moved with purpose and they scattered. I felt quite powerful about the whole situation.

This was, in hindsight, premature.

Because then the wasps regrouped.
They turned. And then they came after me.

They kept bumping my hind quarters. Highly unpleasant.

At this point, Mom attempted to intervene by yelling at the flying truants while frantically waving a dishrag.

The rest of the story is not good.
It involves stinging pain and running into the house with my tail between my legs.

I am currently taking no further questions.

Besides, my mouth is too swollen to answer.

Note to self: never take advice from a green vegetable named Giggle.