As he sat, he absent-mindedly crushed the wasps as they emerged from the gap in the boards. Their nest lay within, who knows how many there were. At first he had left their bodies at the entrance, intent more on exterminating then eliminating. Their bodies would be swarmed with other wasps for a time and if left the spot would eventually clear with no trace of the deceased save a pale stain upon the wood. Now he planned a little better. He scraped the dead off the ledge into a rough pile. This way they would not know their fate.

He wondered, suddenly, about this catastrophe visited upon the wasps' nest. He imagined killing every wasp in the colony like this, one by one, sitting here for hours until none were left. How long would that take? He felt up to the challenge. And what then? When would the Queen, sitting pampered in her inner sanctum, come out to see where her generals had gone? Would she notice as fewer and fewer wasps crawled in her corridors? Would she hear and feel the death in the new silence? Would she wait until all the food was gone and her belly ached before venturing out into the empty corridors, shouting "Where is everyone?" Asking herself, "Where have they all gone?" Searching with increasing terror....

Would she stay within her dark and silent stucco'd catacombs, like a captain with his sinking ship, until starvation and desperation had its way at last? Or would she finally come out, squinting into the sunlight, her royal stature reduced to tentative creeping, alone to meet the reckoning that his boot would deliver?

Mwahaha. Crush, crush. As long as they came out one by one he could get them all without fear of being stung. Crunch, crunch, now he would be able to enjoy his porch in peace. The wasps should have stayed in the fields and meadows, if they valued their lives. Obviously they didn't. So he didn't, either.

wow.
» -highonlife- on 2007-07-27 10:57:01

obvioiusly, they didn't.
Always a treat when you write.

I did have to bleach out my hair. But, that's mostly because my hair is black. It didn't come out as well as I wanted to, but my mom is going to fix it when I go back home in August. Hopefully it'll be much brighter (i'll post pics). I did it now for the same reason as your reasoning. Might as well do it now while I can before it's a hinderance and no one minds. :)
» Helena on 2007-07-27 11:06:04

Such a talented and skilled young woman.
That's what I've always thought of you.

I thoroughly appreciate the comment you left me. And even more, the well-wishing.

And believe me, I did and do give Helena her props for doing that. But what good would it do for me to simple pat her on the back? When I can pat her on the back AND spur her to conquer more by challenging her.

Unfortunately, sometimes I wish I had the same intensity of imagination that she does. Just the other day, we were discussing being in one of those cages people get into to see the sharks underwater. She said something along the lines of her forcing me to get in one of those with her. I responded by telling her that I would shove her out of the cage to be eaten by the sharks. She said she imagined herself swimming as fast past possible away. Meanwhile I was pretending to close the gate to the cage and I said, "And I wish I could close the cage faster, but I'm underwater and I can only close it so fast." She laughed and said, "Even in your imagination you are grounded by reality! ...I was already imagining having swam away from the sharks and swimming up to an island wear I would be fed by some incredibly attractive guy."
But, alas, she's right.
I'm glued firmly to the ground.

So, however much I'd love to imagine that my mom would get better, the reality is that she probably won't. All the doctors have said so. So, I don't have the luxury of fooling myself. It would only hurt me even worse in the end.

p.s. Sorry for the long comment.
» elessar257 on 2007-07-28 03:19:28

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