Hornet dude, show me your stinger.

It was a typical mid-August day in southern Illinois:  95 degrees, a heat index of 104, and an apple pie was in the oven.  Two of our granddaughters, ages seven and nine, were staying over on a summer day.  My wife, two granddaughters, and my dog — a mostly white golden-doodle with golden ears —Continue reading “Hornet dude, show me your stinger.”

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