I was digging in the forest when I hit a nest. My friends told me to run away immediately

I Was Digging in the Forest When I Hit a Nest—My Friends Told Me to Run Away Immediately

It started as a quiet afternoon in the forest, the kind of day where the air feels still and the only sounds are birds calling overhead and leaves crunching underfoot. I had been digging in a small clearing, curious about what lay beneath the soft layer of soil. At first, nothing seemed unusual—just roots, stones, and damp earth.