Baddest yellow jacket ever story... it's true. Happened to me.
Salute!
There I sit amongst the endless stream of radiation coming off four heat generating CRT monitors. Window air conditioner doing it’s damnedest to cool the closet sized room but, it was far outmatched by my electrical wonderment of monitors, CPUs and TV. Man, it was HOT.
In comes a bug to add to my misery. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, zzzzzzzzzzzzppptt, bzzzzz around my head. So I plot my strategy to rid myself of this little annoyance. Just then the market opens diverting my attention to the ringing of the bell and the endless stream of digital data I have at my fingertips. Bzzzzz, bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzpp, bzzzzzz…. Still surrounds me but I am able to affectively block it out until the 10:15 market lull. I take my first break of the day, somewhat forgetting about formulating the plan of attack to get the little rascal who is trying so hard to make my life miserable.
Returning for the 10:30 bounce… bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, zzzzzzzzzzzzzptttt, bzzz bzzz… man what is this thing! No breakout can overcome my hatred of this creature. My mind is set on it’s destruction. BUG must DIE.
Bzzzpttttttt! He lands! Directly on my main monitor screen. Right in the middle. What a fool! Using my cat like reflexes I grab the closest manilla folder… WACK on the monitor and the little creature nose dives to the desk below. Ohhh, this was no ordinary bug. It was a bonafide killer. A true yellow and black marvel… the yellow jacket.
The beast was fluttering around on the desk top… one wing crippled by the tremendous blow it absorbed. It was bouncing around on it’s back so I scooped it up and tossed it in the trash to finish the lifecycle of this monster. Never again to bother someone so hard at work as I.
Onward and upward. Trading away. Hours pass. It’s lunch time. Head for the kitchen and enjoy a 30 minute break from the electric playhouse. I have to be back by 1:00 cuz everyone knows the action begins at 1:15 and Lord knows I am in for action. I land back in my chair and immediately begin to absorb the action. The market was getting warm and prepped for a run. I was literally and figuratively on the edge of my seat…
All of the sudden and out of nowhere. BAMMMM, BAMMMM, BAMMMM three quick strikes to my posterior. WHAT HAD I SAT ON! Oh man… jump up turn around….
There he is. The beast from the east, the master of disaster, the one winged weapon of destruction. Somehow that creature had found the will to escape a certain death from the trash can, climb up my chair and lay three well placed strikes.
Well, needless to say I had to salute the little warrior. Shortly thereafter I again lifted him with the trusty manilla folder. Onward to Johnny Crappers finest he went.
I still think about this little guy every time the road gets tough. A finer show of what courage, anger and determination can do I’ve never seen. Salute! |
