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Meagan looked at her weed-choked beds and sighed. After vacation and all that rain she desperately needed to catch up on yard work, or she’d have wasteland instead of vegetable gardens. She resolved to put in serious time this weekend, but she dreaded it. In an hour Meagan twice filled the big cart and emptied it. But the morning was heating up rapidly. The shimmering air droned with insects. Sweat ran in beads down her face and neck and the hoe strained her arms, but she couldn’t stop. I should use the spare hoe I bought at that yard sale, she thought. It’s lighter. Meagan tested the spare hoe in her hand; yes, this felt lighter. Now she labored steadily. Soon the soil showed dark where catchweed, broadleaf, and crabgrass had buried it, and the cart was piled with weeds that immediately wilted when pulled from the ground. Moving to the next bed, Meagan felt relief. Here she could work under a tree. In the shade she made quicker progress, but the heat droned louder. Bending over again, from the corner of her eye she spotted a small striped insect that helicoptered ominously behind her. A yellow jacket, she realized; I saw them earlier, but they didn’t do anything. Just ignore them. She continued working. Finishing this part of the shady bed, Meagan shifted to the other side of the tree. She swung her hoe, detaching a tall weed from the soil. Turning slightly, she set her left foot into a hollow and bent to attack another weed. Suddenly the lone yellow jacket multiplied. Angry insects swarmed her, attacked her legs, her arms. Screaming, Meagan flung her hoe aside and ran, yellow jackets in hot pursuit. She tripped over a root and fell. Stinging insects filled her clothes and hair. [300 words] |