July 28th 2011 Tim Candler
Hornet or Wasp or something that
bites with its tail. It is still in the room where I sleep.
Always a reminder to tidy a little, otherwise a person gets tunnel
vision and can hurt both himself and his stuff by leaping around and
swatting at things.
And it seems like only
yesterday I tidied up. So there must be a flux in here, an
evolving pattern, a new gap in the siding. And she probably has
relatives lining up to try their luck.
In the good old days it was just
the odd Moth which would wait politely upon the light bulb where it was
easily knocked senseless and relocated. Nor have I any clue how moths
found their way inside.
But Wasps or Hornets fight back, or crawl
around buzzing in an ominous manner and they are apparently armored. A
loose leaf note book or paperback serves only to enrage them, so best to
reach for that sort of hard edged tome that could break a window during a
time of stress.