My Boyfriend's Ex Gifted Me Hornets!

On the day my boyfriend and I moved into our new home, his ex-girlfriend gave us a mysterious gift.

The moment I opened the front door, a swarm of hornets came flying out. I screamed in fright as I felt seven or eight stings from them.

His ex, Erica Loft, jumped out from behind the door with a giggle. She shouted, "Surprise!

"I went up the mountains to visit a master craftsman. I wanted to get you this specially brewed hornet wine, and I even brought back a hornet's nest for you to decorate your new house with!

"Isn't this a great gift?"

Erica made a face at us. She was gleeful at the messy predicament I was in.

My boyfriend, Joe Fulham, clenched his teeth. He rushed forward to grab Erica by the wrist as he shouted angrily at her.

"Are you crazy? Don't you know that hornets are venomous?! Is this really a surprise, or are you trying to hurt us?"

I listened to another one of their huge arguments from behind the door, feeling like an outsider in my own relationship.

As I felt the stinging pain in my arm, I knew this wedding was about to fall through.

"The internet said that hornet wine has some pretty miraculous benefits. I'm doing this for your future happiness in bed!"

Erica Loft's exaggerated expression suggested that she wanted credit for the thoughtful gift.

"Look, I've even brought you the hornet's nest.

"You can make more for yourself if there isn't enough wine. Hahaha!"

Erica's laugh was so shrill. It made my stinging pain feel like a bad joke.

"That's enough, you crazy woman!"

Joe Fulham cursed at the situation silently. He dragged Erica into a room without giving me a second glance, and they argued inside once again.

I was tired of listening to them argue, but they seemed to be enjoying it.

Ten minutes later, Joe dragged Erica out to apologize to me. Her eyes were red.

"This is my fault, Simone. I shouldn't have told this crazy woman our new address. Please don't be mad. I've given her a good talking to.

"Apologize right now! Look at what you've done!"

Joe glared at Erica, and his grip on her arm tightened. Erica's eyes turned even redder, on the verge of tears.

"That's not necessary."

My reply stunned both of them.

Joe felt relieved, but I spoke up again, coldly. I was holding back the intense pain in my arm.

"But you need to clear out every hornet in this house.

"Don't you dare leave until all of them are gone!"

I looked at Erica, and her face turned pale. There was hate in her eyes.

She was forced to put on gloves and clear out the hornets one by one, thanks to my demands.

Fortunately, the hornets had been steeped in alcohol before and were not as aggressive. It took her less than an hour to clear them all out.

While carrying the huge hornet's nest,