The Wasp – Part Two
Late yesterday afternoon, I paid attention whenever I would catch a glimpse of the nasty huge back wasp. It never seemed to take a break and land somewhere. As I was making supper, I saw it swoop down and land under the dining room table. With my fly swatter in hand, praying my titian knees would let me swat that far down, I literally lunged at it. It took a second hit before it stopped wiggling. With a wet paper towel for surface traction, I scooped him up and flushed him down the toilet. Whew.
I knew I could rest easy. What came to mind were the wasp type of insects that we had when we lived in Riesel, Texas. Within a short amount of time they could get into your home and find a quiet spot to make a nest. They called them “mud daubers.” Their saliva wove the nests. Makes me shiver to think of the day I found a nest in one of our open closets. I have no idea if they stung when they were irritated. It was my own personal irritation that carried with it a feeling of an unclean home. Yuck.
This forenoon Jan from across the picket fence came down into the studio to see what I was doing. She had had no idea what crappy tee-shirts could be used for. I encouraged her to take a good look-see as there would never be another one on my church tables. About two, the studio went dark and I will pick up the pinning of the layers sometime this weekend.
With a fresh batch of steamed veggies, we are having leftovers from last night’s stew and potatoes for supper. As a treat Dennis will get some orange juice. There is just so darn much sugar for it to be a daily thing.
With that I will take my leave. ♥