Everywhere we look there are indications that spring is fast approaching. Fat, puffy robins letting all their chub hang around their feet sit on soggy earth and watch for breakfast. Rain rolls off their backs, penetrates defrosted ground and gives birth to tulips. And wasps, too weak to fly, crawl across our kitchen floor threatening the tender bottoms of our early morning feet.
I barely missed stepping on this dangerous guy as I went to feed the hungry kitties. When I spotted him, I scooped him up in a green juice jug which we no longer use for juice.
The jug’s duty has shifted from holding liquids for human consumption, so if you’re visiting and you see me serving you a drink from this jug, I probably don’t like you.
During the summer we would occasionally find a wasp crawling in our house, but we were never able to determine where they were coming from. There’s no nest around our house, and we rarely see wasps or hornets in our yard, so I’m curious as to where they’re coming from.
I don’t know how this wasp got into our house and I’m glad the starving kitties didn’t try to eat him. But if they did, they’d probably just barf him up 3 minutes later. Barf, and barf-soaked socks. It’s a tradition around our house.