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Tuesday May 08th 2012, 9:16 pmFluttering and toiling, alone it scurries and hurries. Speeding off suddenly only to return a short time later. There is a certain captivating nuance to its patterns, graphically striking, beautiful in its ornateness, causing fascination while observing its purposeful activities. Although there is an attraction in viewing this behavior, there is smart sense in being cautious around its movements. Its wrapped in coils of black and yellow, tiny hairs protrude delicately, the colors signifying pain and harm to those who would threaten, and not difficult to provoke a fury. It builds and frets, a most intricate but simple grey network of little caves to attend to. Each visit a routine, to investigate, and fiddle, and encircle, almost like a ritualistic dance only for itself before zipping away with a buzz of amber translucent wings. There is an almost elegance to this sharp little thing, and admiration for its diligence. For each day we have to destroy it’s handiwork because of wanting to relentlessly construct right outside our door. The poor thing is endlessly confused as to why its job doesn’t seem to end, that the small house its been making seems to keep vanishing. So the creature has to start all over again and again, we’re probably making it feel senile. As fascinating as it is to watch, we most definitely can’t have a nest of stinging little beasties hanging so near. They’ve been in the house before, trust me, that isn’t any fun at all. Hopefully it will soon lose its patience and move on to somewhere else it can call home.
A Wasp Housing Development
May 8th 2012
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