Summer in North Texas is cute, but has a few drawbacks. For instance, a swarm of Hornets have decided to build a temporary home under the bannister of my balcony railing.
I’m torn. One time, when I was a baby child, I was swarmed by wasps and I was stung many many many times. Like, had to be taken to the emergency room of the Cameron Hospital for a shot of epinephrine to make sure I survived. So, my dilemma is, as much as I want to remove the nest to protect myself from being inadvertently attacked by the over a dozen hornets on this nest, I can’t bring myself to take care of it. There’s this super Mac daddy hornet that acts as a bouncer on the edge of the nest. He’s keeping an eye out for any threats, and I just know that if I don’t keep a safe distance, he’d absolutely declare an attack on me and all his protector friends would join in to ambush me, just for wanting to sit innocently on my balcony to enjoy the summer breeze, which does indeed make me feel fine.
I guess I’m just worried to disturb them. They’re just doing their thang, building a life, producing eggs, doing their part to keep the circle of life somewhat balanced.
It makes me call into play my most inner morality to handle this situation. As much as I’d prefer to have a safe handrail, I am forced to choose the hornet nest this time. As I constantly become a more realized version of my adult self, I have to acknowledge that I’m the bigger threat to them than they are to me.
The moral of the story is: truly assess all the details and what repercussions your actions will have on yourself and the rest of the world. Be intentional, and don’t make ignorant decisions based on ill informed judgments or unsubstantiated information. We all must learn to understand and celebrate inclusion, even down to the hornets living rent free on my balcony. ✌🏻🐝♥️
