Earlier this week, the morning after one of the weekly blizzards, Evie found a wasp on the floor while waiting for her breakfast. She simply stared at the thing and then left the kitchen. I was more concerned. After, by the smallest estimate, three months of below freezing weather, how has a wasp survived and managed to get into my kitchen? Pondering such tricks of nature were best left for later. The wasp managed a flight at me! I lost sight of the thing! Its trajectory should have led it to my pajamas. I took them off and shook them out. It's one thing to find a wasp in the kitchen in March. It's quite another to find said wasp in your pajamas. The wasp's dried up body was discovered in the kitchen a few days later. Now we can ponder the tricks of nature. So how did it get inside?
