Wasp Terror

When I got home from Pamperfest 2006, John had already arrived and informed me of terrible news. A wasp nest had squatted upon my front porch. His eagle eyes had noticed them, but like any good wasp hunter, he knew to wait until late evening to serve the wasps their doom. I, still feeling the love of pamperfest, nodded, grabbed the +2 bottle of wasp-be-gone, handed it to John and then took a 2 hour nap.

The phone woke me up, it was a friend needing some technical assistance and she was on her way. John attacked the wasps and then went to the store for a surprise purchase of fudgeicles, the feast for wasp killers. I sat outside my door, petting the neighbor kitten and heard this “plink” “plink” sound of wasps landing on the counter. It was a nice evening.