Wednesday, July 30, 2008


As I passed between the quince and the blackberries, a large and buzzing insect flew into my beard.  I thought it was a clumsy beetle, but you can't actually see whatever it is that is entangling itself on your chin.  I swiped at the struggling thing a few times before I noticed the swaying paper-hall of the paper wasps.  I swiped harder and ran.

Monica said that she guessed it was good I'd kept the beard an extra day, but the annoying thing still ought to go.


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