This Fourth of July we retreated from the parades and fireworks to the wilderness cabin by the wetland. Although the trumpeter swans left several weeks ago, heading north to Canada for friendlier, cooler climes, the loons and hooded mergansers are still our nearest neighbors — along with the newest arrivals: Yellowjackets!
Last night was quiet. The only sounds were the bull frogs, the loon calls and the faint rustling of the aspen leaves heard through the screen doors and windows. The only light came from the soft rays of the setting sun. It was peaceful. Quiet. Natural. Until the sun went down and the sound and flashes of firecrackers from distant neighbors preferring a noisy celebration of bombs bursting in air lit up, and echoed across, the wetland from afar.
As we were wondering how the loons and mergansers were managing the Fourth of July, we turned on the lights inside the cabin, and were joined by a Yellowjacket that had made its way through the screens that protect us from unwanted neighbors. While the fireworks exploded and flashed outside, the Yellowjacket was drawn to the reading light next to my chair. Reaching for the flyswatter, I took a swipe but missed, and then another before losing sight of the invader. Until, wham! I felt the sting through my shirt!
Suddenly I wished I had a Fifth on the Fourth!
Gordon C. Stewart, on the wetland, the Fifth of July, 2018.
The frog does look a little like Kermit after drinking a Fifth. Gentle.
He does, Carolyn! He was having a hard time staying on his lily pad.
I don’t know what I was writing. The bugs here have taken over and we finally saw defeat staring us in the eyes.
Could you please come to the truck stop to swat the black fly on my MacBook Air?
We have yellow jackets and those nasty, mean white-headed wasps. We finally hired someone to take care of the mess. The bugs were will. Say hi to the stoned frog.
You frog made the piece. Should have been A Frog with a Fifth on the Fourth!