Waspicide
My anti-wasp campaign has expanded. Just days ago, I still considered the possibility of living in harmony. Then the ones that load up on water at the dog dish just outside my back door started getting aggressive, bouncing off my forehead whenever I stepped outside, surrounding me in an angry buzz. Not a friendly lot. Tired of contaminating my yard with poison, I attacked this group with a fly swatter, committing waspicide left and right. Jennie called me crazy, but it was actually quite cathartic. I had no idea how much I hated the little buggers, and now we have an impressive wasp graveyard all along the back steps and so far no wasps buzzing me today. In all, a much better balance. Hopefully I did not kill all of them, but rather convinced them to use the pond at the back of the yard to get their water from.
What else? I had a great ride this morning on my bike, although I was fairly responsible. I only hit 60 once or twice in a 45 zone. If I weren’t just keeping up with the flow of traffic, I might’ve felt guilty.
