No, whining is not the sound I am referring to in my title ‘Sounds of Summer’. Though long hot days have a tendency to leave one feeling tired, which has a tendency to turn laughter into whine.
Still, I’m tired. Exhausted, even. But, I want to share something with you. I’ve kept this from you guys for several weeks, because I wasn’t sure how to go about sharing it. Plus, I’m still bothered by it. Truly.
See, some Bald-Faced Hornets decided to take hold of branch on a tree near our house. Although the tree and the nest were not on our property, the boys and I visited the nest daily. We were fascinated. And, by keeping a safe distance, we were never in any danger. Those hornets didn’t mind us quietly observing their activity. They were too busy taking care of their queen.
For almost two months, we watched the hornets. We listened to the buzzing sounds. We pretended we were the hornets as they flew in and out of the nest.
“Hi Mom! I’m home!”
“Bye Mom! I’ll be back soon!”
“Hey Mom, it’s me!”
“Bye Mom! I’ll be home in time for supper.”
Back and forth, the boys and I pretended to be the hornets. Again I say, we were fascinated.
One Sunday morning, a friend of mine was interested in exploring the great outdoors. I suggested she make the drive to our house, letting her know she and I could explore some land near our house. Though she lived an hour away, my friend took me up on my offer. Within two hours of my friend expressing an interest in exploring, she and I were headed outdoors, cameras in hand.
Before we went to the land of lakes, rivers and creeks, I took her to the hornet’s nest. When we arrived, I notice the activity had diminished greatly. Then I noticed a dark discoloration at the base of the nest. I wondered if heavy rain had drenched the nest, though that didn’t seem right to me.
While my friend and I were taking pictures, I found something in the grass. My heart broke.
Someone had taken a can of wasp spray and emptied the contents of the can on the nest.
I understand some people are allergic to bees. Deathly allergic. I do not wish bee stings on anyone allergic to bees. However, one might be correct in assuming that I wished the holder of the spray can was stung – once, twice or six times.
The barren nest still hangs on the tree; and the boys and I continue to stop and look, wondering why someone would disturb and kill something that was not harming anyone.
Below is a combination of video I shot of the nest – before and after the attack. Interestingly enough (to me, anyway), the sounds in the background prior to the attack are cheerful birds. Whereas after the attack, the sounds are the distinctive hiss of cicadas.