How Better to Hide the Blood?

Photo by Massimiliano Latella on Unsplash

I’m out on our front lawn finally dealing with my late husband’s rotted pear tree. The bees that have taken over like squatters in an abandoned building are none too happy to see me and in a frantic, spastic moment of ducking, swiping, swearing, and begging God not to let me get stung, I step on a swollen, decomposing pear bursting with dozens of them.