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THE HORROR: One of my most precious childhood memories was the time my brother and I were playing cowboys and Indians at the family cottage near Barrie, Ontario. We were also throwing rocks down a small hole in the ground. Even after I was tied to a tree by the cowboy, the cowboy continued throwing the rocks down the hole. To my complete horror, the nest of yellow jackets decided to investigate this onslaught of their home and came above ground. My brother, of course, hero that he is, ran away, while I suffered countless stings. To this day, I am one of those people who screams and runs away any time an insect even resembling a bee (and yes, sometimes it's a fly) comes anywhere near me. |
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Who hasn't been sitting on a dock at the cottage on a warm summer evening when all of a sudden you hear that ever-familiar, annoying little "bzz bzz". You can't see the bastard, but it's there somewhere. Next thing you know, you've got a couple of itchy little bumps on your arms. The scourge of the mosquito! |
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