My great-grandmother made it clear. My cousin and I were to stay far away from the old pickup truck she had parked near some trees in a clearing.
Seems the truck had been there some time, not running, and wasps had decided it was as good a place as any to call home.
“If you don’t want to get stung, stay away from it,” she said.
My cousin and cohort in crime smiled with his back turned toward her and nodded in my direction. We headed outside.