After three days of driving, rough weather in West Virginia, cool mornings, and finally, a smooth border crossing thanks once again to the Canadian Border and Customs Service, I find myself once again in the land of Gold Finches and restful days to complete my recovery. Not my usual two and a half month vacation, but I will take what I can get at this point.
So after a good night's sleep, I am ready for anything. Even when my significant other comes in from the back, and says that she has discovered a wasp's nest on the back porch, and would like for me to knock it down sometime today. 'Sure,' I tell her, 'right after coffee and the morning crossword.'
'Well, don't you do these things at night,' she asks?
Pardoning her brief foray into things Man, I reassure my mate that *I* am not a candidate for one of those lowT commercials. I'll knock it down in broad daylight. I grabbed my broomstick and mostly depleted can of wasp spray and went around the house to the back porch.
Of course, I hadn't counted on her miss-characterization of the situation. That's the 'wasp's nest' in the picture above. As I came around the corner and faced the 'nest,' a full blown Bald-Faced Hornet's Nest. I not only felt my T go low, but I felt my T factories looking for new and unexplored hiding places. You just don't see these things very often anymore, I rationalized over a third cup of joe. Very tricky, need just the right kind of spray, the type that can hit an escaping wasp at thirty feet, in the dark, and kill it in nanoseconds.
So while I am making my plans and shopping lists, the hornets get to enjoy another day of life, maybe two. Heck, who are they bothering, anyway? They are just buzzing around, happily pollinating the local gardens, attacking neighborhood yipping dogs, and otherwise minding their own business. Maybe we should think about Man's wanton inhumanity towards Nature...
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