A Pat On The Back

Today I was flying down Higgins Street on my ten speed. Somehow a wasp got in the back of my shirt and started doing what wasps are known to do. I started vigorously patting myself on the back.  And I really haven’t even done anything that particularly awesome lately. The scenario must have seemed amusing to people roaring by in their cars. The stinging eventually stopped. Montana wasps pack a punch.

 

 

 

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