a nest

“I’m gonna walk right up to the nest, tap it to see if they’re there, and then I’m gonna figure out how to use this thing!”

That was my husband’s tongue-in-cheek, lovably sarcastic response to my needless remonstrances to be careful. We have a growing nest of nasty wasps hanging outside our door. Had, I should say, because Joshua did succeed in poisoning them with our wasp spray and destroying said nest, without any further damage to his person (they had already gotten him once – that’s how we knew they were there, and that they were protective and nasty).

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