It could only happen on a farm. My husband had messaged me to wear anything but red to the farm.

It could only happen on a farm. My husband had messaged me to wear anything but red to the farm. He was working on the deck amid a new colony of wasps, and he had heard that wasps were agitated by the color red. The last thing we wanted to do that day was to agitate a wasp.
Wearing white and blue, I arrived at the farm with lunch in tote and also armed with books to read for the afternoon.
Now I’m not particularly afraid of wasps, I thought. I found that if you ignore them, they’ll ignore you so I ignored them the rest of the day.
At about 5 p.m., my husband had enough of working in the 106-degree heat and called it a day. He cleaned up his work area and put away his tools. I drove our car up close to the house so I could load a few things I was taking back into town. What I didn’t think about was that the color of our car was ... you guessed it, red. I began loading up the front seat and then the back seat and in flew a wasp just in time for a trip back to McPherson.
I took verbal authority of the wasp, as I am prone to do, and told it to leave. Then I opened up all the windows, then the doors, of the car. In the meantime my husband arrived to help.
“I think I saw it go into the air conditioning vent,” he said.
So we turned up the air conditioner and waited, but no wasp.
It was time to leave. We decided if Wylie did make his appearance while I was driving back to town that I would merely open all the windows. Easy. My husband took out ahead of me in his pickup.
Well, it should have been easy. During the first mile, I did a lot of talking, and this time to myself. OK, if he does come through the vent, I will stay calm and just open the windows. Yes, I will stay calm.
After the first mile, I thought “OK, what’s the worst that can happen? He could sting me.”
Fortunately I knew I was not allergic to wasp venom since I had been stung a few years back, so I thought “I can handle that (while I’m driving).”
A few more miles down the road and I began to relax. Perhaps Wylie the Wayward Wasp had decided not to ride with me after all. I mentally pictured him flying out one of the four doors we had opened and guardedly enjoyed the rest of the trip home.
By the time I arrived home, I realized I had worried about nothing at all. There was no wasp. There was no sudden surprise appearance of a wasp. There was no reason to plan an escape. There was no reason to be concerned about a sting. All that wasted emotion.
This story is an example of “have dominion over...every living thing that moves on the earth” Gen. 1:28b, and also an example of how things we worry about usually never come to pass!
Wylie the Wayward Wasp was still on the farm, and I was home safe.