A sticky end
No. 35 of 50 – me and my older brother used to go through the other shop’s bins for fun. The best was the supermarket’s because sometimes you’d find food, like biscuits and cereal, that was still good enough to eat. But one day, we took the lid off and there was a smashed jam jar covered in wasps. They got dead angry when we prodded them, and then they chased my bro around the car park and stung him eleven times.