I have been keeping my eye on this nest that seems to be growing bigger at a steady rate. I always have bad reactions when I get stung and it is making me a little nervous but thanks to a poem I learned when I was a little girl I won't be trying to get rid of the nest on my own.
The Hornets Nest
"When I was young," said cousin John
"At the old house that I came from.
A honeysuckle used to grow,
That climbed around the portico.
How sweetly I remembered well
Its yellow blossoms used to smell
And how one summer in its shade
Their great grey nests the hornets made.
Around the rooms they buzzing flew
And wandered all the garden through
With their dull drone and cruel stings
They seemed such idle spiteful things.
"To drive them off," I said one day.
"I'll tear that ugly nest away."
"NO, John," my mother said, "No, no!"
You must not think of doing so.
You foolish boy tis never best
To meddle with a hornets nest.
Her good advice away was thrown
The moment when I was alone
I climbed and hold of it I caught
To pull it down when quick as thought.
Out flew hornets great and small
And full of fury one and all
About my neck and face they clung
Nose, eyelids, ears, and mouth they stung.
I tried to beat them off in vain
And shrieked aloud in fright and pain.
The startled household hurried out
What could the outcry be about?
My burning hands and arms they swathed
With linen cloths and gently bathed
My swollen face and throbbing head
And laid me tenderly in bed.
And then my mother talked to me.
"You've been a naughty boy," said she.
I told you that it is not best,
To meddle with a hornet's nest.