My man took me out for dinner on Monday night (and who says it’s not nice to be spontaneous?). There was a wasp crawling along the window ledge and then up the window pane right next to me. It was freaking me out. It turned out he had an injured wing. I felt bad about that wasp and how my man knocked him on to the floor. Not only was that probably not good for the wasp – it certainly didn’t put my mind to rest.
Ms Katykins and The Spineless Wonders :)