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Its a litlle known tribe called the Yellowjackets. It may not be evident I am talking about those winged lightning bolt terrors the wasps. They still hold two of my arrows prisoner. You remember these were two heaven sent shafts which landed close to their nest.
All attempts at retreaval were rebuffed in a most unseemingly uncivilised manner.
It may be because the feathers on the shaft were their own colors . Two black and a yellow. They are even cut in a wing shape. Could the little bastids think they have been invaded by super bugs and so are in constant uproar . Could they see them as some kind of peace offering from a lesser weaker tribe?
Mayhaps they think of them as totems to be religiously guarded from all attempts of desecration.
Whatever the little pinpricks think I want them back. Who cares they cost only a few dollars and a days work . Who cares if I have spent an afternoons worth of time scouting possible places of ingress . My attemps at infiltration have been futile . I have been found out and churried off like a common dog. A dog I tell you . No more . They may keep the arrows . I will have my revenge and they will get the shaft.
How cold must it be and for how long before they go dormant/freeze their butts off. It gets as cold as forty degrees here at night . Maybe a degree or two colder where they are. They are on a hillside well guarded by brush .
All attempts at retreaval were rebuffed in a most unseemingly uncivilised manner.
It may be because the feathers on the shaft were their own colors . Two black and a yellow. They are even cut in a wing shape. Could the little bastids think they have been invaded by super bugs and so are in constant uproar . Could they see them as some kind of peace offering from a lesser weaker tribe?
Mayhaps they think of them as totems to be religiously guarded from all attempts of desecration.
Whatever the little pinpricks think I want them back. Who cares they cost only a few dollars and a days work . Who cares if I have spent an afternoons worth of time scouting possible places of ingress . My attemps at infiltration have been futile . I have been found out and churried off like a common dog. A dog I tell you . No more . They may keep the arrows . I will have my revenge and they will get the shaft.
How cold must it be and for how long before they go dormant/freeze their butts off. It gets as cold as forty degrees here at night . Maybe a degree or two colder where they are. They are on a hillside well guarded by brush .