The wasp diaries, part 1

It is an anti-muse really.  Difficult to be creative while also trying to watch out of the corner of my eye and be ready to dive out of the way should it go off like a stinging firecracker.  The fly trapped in here with us makes things orders of magnitude worse because every time I see or hear the fly, I bolt until I identify it as the fly, think dark thoughts at it, check to be sure the wasp hasn't used the distraction to close in on me, and sit gingerly back down to "create."  With hair-trigger reflexes.