I was eating some chicken outside.

A yellow jacket buzzed around.

So I held a little teeny-tiny piece of it for it.

Things seem to be okay; but then I felt it.

Was it a sting or was it a bite?

Maybe it mistook my thumb for some of the chicken—chicken is often greasy.

It wasn’t really painful, but I decided it wore out it’s welcome, so I probably flicked it away.

I don’t think I ever saw it again.

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At another time, a few came through my window.

So I put some syrup on a cap to see what will happen.

A few more flew in.

They drank it up—they sure seem to like syrup a lot.

I guess after they had their fill, the flew away—“buzzed off” if you will.