8 hours ago
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Real Life Drama at the delagar Household
The two cats converge on my chair, where I am busily writing my novel, my earphones on, Steve Earle singing about laying his guitar down in my ears. They are staring intently upwards.
This is never a good sign.
I twist around in the chair toward the window to see what has caught their attention.
Holy hell, it's wasp.
I leap from the chair, spilling my laptop and coffee and dignity. Two minutes later, the wasp is smashed, the dog has fled in terror and the cats are watching me from the Way High Up.
"Why did you let a wasp in the house?" I demand of them. "What kind of cats are you?"
They regard me with disdain. Obviously wasps are my department.