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This old gal…
Is not the ninja she likes to think she is…when danger called…instead of the old hi-yah chop chop…her super hero morphing…was more like that of a stooge…as in the mind your P’s and Q’s…Moe Larry and Curly…flail around…woop woop woop…kind of stooge… And that’s just what happened…tossing some trash in the bin…apparently ticked off a resident…living under the handle…felt a zing…on the top of the hand…tried to retreat…and that’s when Mr. Hornet…seemed to grow three sizes that day…and went on full attack… Couldn’t get away…wooped and flailed…slapped and flopped…screamed and cursed…stumbled over the Texas rock shrine…while Mr. Hornet…sunk into…the ankle… And so it was…this old stooge and Mr. Horney Toad down for the count…that hero of mine saving the day…with Raid…Gorilla glue…a bowl of Cheetos… And the sweet promise…to from now on…always take the garbage out…ok…not really…but we could…soitenly…work on that… Nyuk nyuk nyuk… And this brave husband of mine…might just agree…
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