Screamed Like a Girl

I didn’t scream when a wasp stung me or when I stirred up the ground nest of bees. I can’t remember when I screamed before this afternoon. We were trimming new growth from the scuppernongs when a baby bird flew out and latched onto the front of my shirt. It didn’t hurt, but it scared me! Larry said to brush it off and didn’t laugh, so he’s still alive.