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Now m September the air is full of the sounds of insects. From dawn to dawn I hear chirps, buzzes, whirrs, rattles, hums and scrapings.
For one of his late summer essays in “A Sand County Almanac,” Donald Culross Peattie, wrote: “The summer world is the insect world. Like it or not, that is how it is. There are few insects that ever find the day too hot.wasps grow ever more irritable with the heat, their bodies palpitating with alert life.”
Yellow jackets are a kind of wasp and the bodies of the ones I am seeing are “palpitating with...life.” They seem to be everywhere. The hotter the day, the more busily irritable yellow jackets seem. Just one of these yellow and black insects gives me a tingling sensation of prickly fear.
Yellow jackets construct their nests underground and one has to be watchful for the presence of a few hovering near the entrance. Keeping alert to avoid these nests is like watching for copperheads when walking through rocky woods in summer.
Betsy Branscome, equestrain editor of the Fauquier Times-Democrat, phoned recently to ask about yellow jackets; she called them ‘ground bees.’ Betsy, who makes my weekly articles legible and readable, wanted to know: “Can you outrun them?”
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