Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The wasp diaries, part 7


I know, rationally, that you have a tiny insect brain and are not some sort of wasp ninja, but when I leave my sealed bedroom in the morning, the first thing I do is look for you to be sure you're not sneaking up on me.  And you're not.

You never are.

You are just sitting there.

On my painting.

Where I can't kill you.

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