You have good taste in art, probably literally because you seem to have decided to live out the rest of your natural life on my painting. I feel a little bit of guilt when I see you there because I wonder if you are aware that it is the site of a massacre of your fellow wasps, perpetrated by the maintenance guy in my absence even though I asked him not to crush any of your fellows on my painting since I didn't think random, wasp-internal-goo colors matched the overall aesthetic.
I wouldn't have known about the slaughter if he hadn't told me he did it. Proudly. The way cats bring you dead mice. Sigh.
I wonder if their ghosts haunt your dreams.
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