(Note: I found this little story from October 20, 2020 when I was cleaning out some old emails this morning instead of doing what I should have been doing, which was actually write something. Some days, hitting the delete button over and over is more satisfying, however. In the year and a half since I wrote this, I have become more concerned about the fate of insects on this planet, and I’ve day dreamed about turning Lower Pond Farm into some sort of an insect rescue or bug haven.)
This morning about 10:30, I was getting ready to go outside and do some work. I was hungry, so I made myself an open-faced peanut butter sandwich with the sour dough bread Vanessa baked yesterday. I put the sandwich on a paper towel and took it to the front porch, which faces the east and was in full sun. Then I set the paper towel and sandwich on the deck railing, in the sun, which started melting the peanut butter. Then a wasp flew into the warm peanut butter and got its back leg stuck.
The wasp floundered around in the warm peanut butter for a few seconds while I wondered what to do. I wanted to help, since I don’t want to watch even a wasp suffer, but realistically how can you wipe peanut butter off a wasp’s hind leg without getting stung, which I didn’t want either. Then, the wasp got off my sandwich and started walking around on the paper towel. “Good,” I thought. “Maybe he will fly away and clean his own leg.” But he didn’t. He got mad and attacked the sandwich, getting peanut butter all over his wings, too.
I was about to give him the damn sandwich when somehow he slogged all the way to the other side and fell off the porch railing into a late blooming Stella D’Oro day lily. Go figure. From now on, I’m only eating peanut butter with bread on both sides.
Fun story…it’s not the subject presented but the manner you can describe it that makes for a rich story….thanks to you….
Thank you, Margaret. I’m glad you enjoyed it.