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I'm taking a break from my Dad's birthday party. It's a gorgeous day, and a gorgeous place. A bunch of my little second cousins are roaming the woods. Suddenly we hear them start to scream--like, seriously scream. One of the mom's said sagely, "oh, that's bees." and sure enough, the kids came charging back, yellowjackets in their clothes. Thankfully, no one was allergic, but one girl got about twenty stings. Baking soda was deployed, and they're back in the woods. This time, I'm sure they'll avoid the battered pumphouse filled with old toilets.

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