Right now there is a yellowjacket in the thin space between my window screen and my storm window, in my room.
It’s been there nearly two hours, and every time I see it it is crawling up and down, exhausting all possibilities of finding someway it. It’s like a clock, ticking away tirelessly. But it’s becoming desperate, I can tell-I think.
Every once in a while it loses its grip and falls all the way from the top to the bottom. I think it’s funny when this happens. But then again, it would probably think stinging me and making me cry would be funny, so I’m trying to avoid humor in this situation.
I feel like a coward just leaving it there, waiting for it to die. I don’t want to kill it; but I don’t want to let it fly around in my room, either.
Posted August 23, 2010 at 4:11pm
