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Somehow a wasp got into the house. I was awakened by its buzzing at seven o'clock in the morning. I didn't know it was a wasp, but knew that was one of the things it might be. It might also have been a bee or a large fly. It was moving slowly around the living room, and I couldn't see it in the dim light, but Portia could, and she was watching it. I got up and tried shining a flashlight on it, but somehow it eluded me. I heard the buzzing fade as I walked around the room, and then it stopped. Portia must have lost sight of it, too, as she decided to go get herself a snack in the den. I went about my day and forgot about the buzzing.
Hours later I was washing dishes and suddenly the wasp appeared on the kitchen window. I opened the window slowly, and then opened the screen, hoping the wasp would make its way to the outdoors. I've had some luck letting flies out through opened screens, but the wasp moved in the other direction, and then up and behind the partly drawn window shade. I left the screen ajar, and kept an eye on the window as I finished washing the dishes, and the wasp suddenly reappeared on the sill. Instead of heading toward the opening along the edge of the screen, it began crawling down the backsplash.
I didn't want to risk angering it by trying to shoo it toward the opening, and I didn't want it in the house, so I reluctantly fetched the fly swatter. When I got a clear shot at the wasp I gave it a quick swat and it fell onto the sinkboard, wriggling and buzzing, but it appeared to be unable to fly. I picked it up in a paper towel and took it outdoors and dropped it under the peach tree. A few minutes later I heard buzzing in the garage. I didn't go back to check on the spot I had dropped the disabled wasp to see if it was still there. Instead, I decided to pretend that it had recovered sufficiently from the swat to resume its normal life. The entire day has passed, and I still haven't gone back to the peach tree to see if there is a wasp corpse under it.
Sentiment is a terrible thing. It stings.
( Sunday Verse )
Hours later I was washing dishes and suddenly the wasp appeared on the kitchen window. I opened the window slowly, and then opened the screen, hoping the wasp would make its way to the outdoors. I've had some luck letting flies out through opened screens, but the wasp moved in the other direction, and then up and behind the partly drawn window shade. I left the screen ajar, and kept an eye on the window as I finished washing the dishes, and the wasp suddenly reappeared on the sill. Instead of heading toward the opening along the edge of the screen, it began crawling down the backsplash.
I didn't want to risk angering it by trying to shoo it toward the opening, and I didn't want it in the house, so I reluctantly fetched the fly swatter. When I got a clear shot at the wasp I gave it a quick swat and it fell onto the sinkboard, wriggling and buzzing, but it appeared to be unable to fly. I picked it up in a paper towel and took it outdoors and dropped it under the peach tree. A few minutes later I heard buzzing in the garage. I didn't go back to check on the spot I had dropped the disabled wasp to see if it was still there. Instead, I decided to pretend that it had recovered sufficiently from the swat to resume its normal life. The entire day has passed, and I still haven't gone back to the peach tree to see if there is a wasp corpse under it.
Sentiment is a terrible thing. It stings.
( Sunday Verse )
