MOUSES!
I DON'T CARE that you were just in the back yard, all alone, all by yourself. I DON'T CARE!
And apparently neither did the wasp.
MOUSES!
Okay, so maybe you don't need to mask up when you're outside, all by your lonesome, with way more than two meters separatin' you from everyone else.
'Cause when there IS nobody else out there, social distancin' is a snap.
But clearly the wasp felt otherwise.
MOUSES!
Or maybe...
Peepers, maybe you did somethin' else to annoy that wasp.
Were you pickin' flowers? Flowers that wasp wanted for himself?
Were you intrudin' in his personal space?
You didn't dig into his nest or anythin' stupid like that, did you? I know you've done that before. Thought you might have learned somethin' the last time, but you are just a peep so the learnin' curve is uh...
At best...
Well...
MOUSES!
YOU WEREN'T SINGIN' OUT THERE, WERE YOU? You know how all critters great and small have an aversion to what you call song.
Take it from me, your caterwaulin' is hard on the ears.
MOUSES!
No, huh? No flowers bein' picked, no intrusion of personal space, and no wasp nests bein' dug into. And no caterwaulin', either.
Hmmm...
So you were just out there, mindin' your own business, doin' nothin' to bother anyone else - or so you say - and that ol' wasp came along and stung you right there on the leg.
Hmmm...
Well better you than me, I suppose.
WHAT. What's wrong with that?
Oh. Better no one bein' stung than anyone at all.
If you insist.
But...
Oh just stick a sock in it, Peepers.
I mean, just dab it with some cream or somethin' and stop your stupid complaining 'bout how your leg is all itchy and red. Some of us have REAL things to complain about, Peepers. Real IMPORTANT things that need tendin'.
Like...
IT'S HALF EMPTY.
AGAIN.
MOUSES!
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And remember:
IF IN DOUBT,
DON'T. GO. OUT.
Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures
AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.
MOUSES!
Remember to MASK UP, too.
Remember to MASK UP, too.