Today my family and I went up Green Canyon. We’ve loved living so close to such a beautiful area, and we will miss it when we are gone.
We decided to take a pleasant stroll along the single trail. We enjoyed the leaves, saying hello to other hikers, and finding the extra special rock that must be taken home and placed in a treasure box.
My oldest son was leading the way when he gave out a cry of alarm.
He came tearing down the trail, “It’s a nest of bees!” he called over his shoulder as he ran past us and quickly disappeared up the trail.
I could hear some angry buzzing coming from up the trail. Now, I don’t like bees as much as the next person, but I was curious. I walked cautiously down the trail. There was buzzing, yes, but I couldn’t see bees. What I did see what a bunch of large flies.
And then I spied the ‘nest’.
“No bees here!” I called out.
The rest of the family came up the trail. My oldest was at the rear. “What is it?” he asked.
What my son had thought was a nest was actually what we in the business call canine excrement. It was covered in flies, and when my oldest son walked past, the flies scattered; he assumed the worst and ran.
Needless to say the rest of the family got a kick out of the ‘bees nest’, and my oldest son still hasn’t heard the end of it.