There were hornets everywhere.

The last time a hornet stung my husband, he almost died.

Within seconds of getting stung, he couldn’t breathe, and I had to rush him to the hospital.

An hour later, they were resuscitating him when his heart stopped. Twice through the night, he went into cardiac distress again, and he almost died. Whenever I see any kind of bee near him, I panic. When he came into the house out of breath and nearly panicking, I had to find out what was wrong. He finally calmed enough to tell me he saw a hornet’s nest by the garage, and it covered the top of the entrance where the oil delivery was made. I didn’t want him to get rid of the hornet’s nest on his own and told him to wait two days. Our son wasn’t allergic to bees, and he would exterminate the nest from the house. Two days later, it was raining, and the nest had more than doubled in size. My husband waited until there was a lull in the storm and went outside with the hornet spray. When our son showed up, he was angry. He couldn’t believe his father wouldn’t wait another hour for him to get home from work. He had a friend of his who was an exterminator and they had everything they needed to eliminate the hornets. I had never heard my son talk back to his dad, but he was so angry that his father would risk his life instead of waiting for an hour that he yelled at him. Our son was angry, and I would have yelled too, if I had seen him poking at the hornet’s nest to get the bees out so he could spray them.