I decided about a year ago that I would save at least one living creature
near my house a day. Most of the time I'd save a lizard
for they sure are abundant here. Other days, I'd rescue a snake
from my cats or some sort of flying insect from my front porch.
Ever since the summer started, wasp
s were what I saved. They'd somehow get into my screened porch
and couldn't get back out. I had to formulate a plan in order to get them out without being stung
. I'd wait until they flew to the porch door then quickly push it open. The door would swing out and stop and the wasp would fly away.
It was a good plan
. It worked well for months. I didn't have to kill anything.
A few days ago, Pati was on the porch and was stung by a wasp. As the tears streamed down her face while she rinsed her hand, I couldn't help but feel guilty
. I should have invested in some sort of pest control. I should have killed those fucking wasps.