Simply Tuesday...

Did the short ribs on my little cabinet smoker and pissed off the wasp that had built a home under it.

When she started doing her warm up cycle, they all bailed out of there.

(Yes, their little bee hinds got zinged)

We've sprung a leak boys we're going down!!!

Now I, (for one) ain't stupid enough to hang around when a bunch of pissed off red wasps has had his (or her) butt toasted...they...was not happy campers.

So, I gave them plenty of time to go park their butts in a creek somewhere while I made a beeline (and dignified hasty retreat) for the backdoor and waited...while my little smoker came up to temp.

After scouting the area, I came back out and put the meat in the smoker...

Keeping an eye out for incoming red enemy warplanes and keeping an eye on the 225 to 250 mark, I headed back in to watch a little of the race.

I said to myself...

Self, we'll go check on the smoker from time to time. That way, we ain't sitting out there in open country dodging pissed off wasps. That sound like a plan?

Sounds like a damn good plan...

And the plan was set in stone...

I kept a third eye on the time. This was getting complicated...

One eye on temp.
One eye on time.
One eye on the enemy.

So...
I ventured out when time said go for it.

Muscles ready to fight or run...heart pounding...nerves of steel...eyes like radar...

Bring it on Buck-O...was my battle cry. I could feel them. I knew they would be back. But...back from where?

Then...
I had radar lock on them...

These little red war machines were in the fur trees beside the patio...waiting.

Waiting to dive bomb me with all that fire power when I came within striking range. It was on...

Stay tuned for the next thrilling episode of: Sorry about your luck there my little red friend, but that smoker belongs to me.

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