Flash Fiction #13

Maggie and her beaux were kissing far away under the willow tree. She told on me cause I spied on them and I got paddled.  I wiped my tears and giggled.  She didn’t know I could still see them from my hidey-hole under the porch.  
These wasps would make Maggie cry when she opened her dresser.
My hands got too excited, and I squished the nest.  They all poured out.  Their stingers got me everywhere.  My skin was fire.  I screamed and screamed but no one heard.  Finally my throat wouldn’t let anymore screams out but it didn’t hurt anymore.