Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The wasp diaries, part 9

Maybe it is a pilgrim wasp.  When it first came, it had a few random, wasp-like episodes of buzzing around and bouncing off the ceiling, with special attention paid to the smears of goo that are the only evidence left of the Waspocalypse, so maybe it was on a tour of famous wasp death spots in our apartment building, but now it seems to be meditating deeply on the main showpiece in my apartment: my precious painting, which it has turned into some kind of icon to contemplate.  I hope it learns its lesson or whatever SOON and can then die enlightened and happy and in an obvious place where I can find it and dispose of its earthen vessel with all due ceremony.

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