Wasp Wars

there was a wasps nest at the bottom of the garden in a pile of old grass cuttings against the wall. dad had decided to kill them because they were wasps and not bees which he liked. he poured petrol deep into the grass cuttings and urged me to go in the house. he then left our garden and went to the other side of the wall from the nest, lit a match and tossed it over the wall onto the grass cuttings. what followed was a huge explosion that nearly knocked out every window on our street. my dad was shell shocked and thrilled at the same time. i think that’s the happiest ive ever seen my dad. The wasps were dead.

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