My sister is over with her family and we all head out into the hills behind my house.
There are some early blackberries in the hedgerows so we stop to pick them.
I suddenly feel a sharp stabbing pain on the back of my hand. I pull it back and there's a wasp - a black and yellow venemosity of viciousness stabbing away with its sting.
That's the last thing it ever does.
There's another on the collar of my sisters top.
"Stand still, I'll knock it off for you," says her husband.
He brushes at it with his hand.
He knocks it off.
It falls down the inside of her top and gets trapped in her bra.
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