there is a door in the kitchen. two doors, really. screen door and wood door. it's a back door(s), so we leave it closed, alone, etc. unless we want access to the porch (its primary function).
today, i noticed a gigantic wasp trapped between screen door and wood door. i observe wasp for a good half hour; name him steve. steve cleans himself most elegantly. lots of wings and legs, and maybe a thorax too. steve likes climbing back and forth on the chain. or maybe he is just looking for escape?
but despite his onstage gravitas, steve is pretty dumb. thonk thonk thonk. the concept of glass is beyond him, and he doesn't seem to have the marbles to alter his approach, even after four or five rounds of: ATTACK WINDOW! Climb on chain. clean legs. explore ATTACK WINDOW!
it's about time to put the laundry on anyways, so i go round back and very carefully open the screen door to let steve out. but steve does not immediately bolt! we contemplate each other for a good minute, before steve flies upward.
it was kind of him not to sting me. steve, what a wasp.
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