it fled yipping with agony , shaking its head crazily from side to side , spraying droplets of blood to the left and right , and in the crude telepathy that all animals of like kind share , kojak could read its over-and-over thought clearly enough : ( wasps in me o the wasps the wasps in my head wasps are up my head o ) and then the others hit him , one from the left and another from the right like huge blunt bullets , the last of the trio submarining in low , grinning , snapping , ready to pull out his intestines .