Call Me Snake

On Tuesday, our house was besieged with wasps, not of the Anglo-Saxon variety but rather insects of the Hymenoptera order. Dozens came in during the morning from points unknown, and my daughters, understandably, were freaked out by this surprising development. I got almost all of them out the window, as they seemed keen on getting outside. But the situation was worrisome enough that I arranged for a pest management expert to come by on Wedsneday morning. But by Tuesday afternoon, the wasps were gone, and I haven’t seen another one since.

I have no idea what caused the sudden invasion, nor why it ended just as suddenly. But I’m not complaining. They’re outside where they belong, and I’m locked up inside where I belong.