The spontaneous generation of wasplife
Last week I somehow got a wasp in my bedroom, which ended up in the window. Not wanting to touch it, I took the advice of a buddy and killed it by blasting it with household cleaner (in this case, a mildew remover with bleach; not fucking around here) at an opportune moment. Today, another one announced itself in my bedroom window. Same treatment. I am a merciless hategod of vespine chemical warfare.
Seriously, though: what in the cuss is going on here. Did the wasp base send out a followup mission to see what had happened to its first scout? Is there a wasp nest inside my bed? That must be it. I, unknowingly or perhaps maliciously, have installed a wasp nest inside my own mattress. In that case, am not I the aggressor? I must think on this.
