That's one massive hornet Frog. Scary stuff. When I was about 14, one massive buzzing bee turned up in the kitchen. Now I'm slightly afraid of bees, especially all the various non-honey types. But when my dad told me to grab something and get it out, like dads do, I didn't want to let him down...frogatthefarriers wrote: ↑Tue May 13, 2025 8:15 pm I was sitting in my comfy chair last week when this lady appeared from somewhere...
... a girt big queen hornet. I don't know where she'd been hiding - possibly in the air vent in the French window. Didn't half make me jump, but like other wasps, all she wanted to do was get through to the outside and not attack me. For size reference, check out the bottom bracket on the door handle - two inches? She'd got some cobwebs stuck to her legs that I managed to pull off before letting her out to do hornet things. She sounded like a Dornier bomber. Turn the sound up if you're going to watch the clip.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1d8IQ4p ... sp=sharing
We've lived in this house for nearly fifty years and never seen hornets until last year. I wonder what's changed?
It wasn't out of respect, but bone-dry fear. Not because my dad was scary but I guess (I now know) we both had some sort of ADHD and he was fearless. 73 now poor lad and you can see the awe/presence slowly going out of him.
Anyway, before coming back to the bee-story, I only learnt later in life that I had a piss-coming-put fear of heights. But he'd have me up a ladder plenty of times and the bee story probably explains it. That I was more fearful (irrational of course, but he was 6ft+ and built like a cross between a rugby and basketball player) of my dad than the bee (or wasp for that matter).
So I wrapped a big wad of kitchen roll and I nabbed her/him. But this bee wasn't happy and the sting came through my 'Goodfellas-wad' of kitchen roll. Learnt a valuable lesson that day, to just talk them out the door instead.
Coming back to Goodfellas, when the man said about the local kids carrying his mums shopping all the way home, out of respect. It obviously wasn't respect, but fear. Fine line isn't it Frog, fear and respect and before going all philosophical on the topic. Well done at holding your ground with the hornet.
Oh well, best get to bed!