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Life and death on the patio

On Monday I had lunch on a patio with my son and his girlfriend.

Here’s a photo of James and my margarita:

James and the margarita

Unfortunately a wasp fell into the dregs of my margarita and succumbed to its intoxicatants while I tried desperately to save his life. I got him out and laid him on the table, where he flailed valiantly for a minute or two before finally collapsing motionless.

Poor wasp

I was kind of sad. James was amused in a sympathetic sort of way. Tara was just glad he was dead.

But wait! Twenty minutes later I saw a leg wave! I was thrilled. James was interested. Tara said it was just the breeze.

Soon the little fella was rubbing his forelegs together and lurching from side to side as he attempted to right himself. I felt a little sorry for him because he was probably suffering the worst hangover of his life. James was happy for him. Tara was pissed off that we hadn’t let him die when we had the chance.

Eventually it was time to go, but the born-again wasp was still not well enough to travel. We didn’t want to leave him on the table, because the waitress would probably “clean him up.” I thought we should relocate him safely under the bench. James thought we should wrap him in a napkin and take him to a safe grassy spot. Tara thought we should grind him under our heels.

relocating the wasp

Here he is in his safe grassy spot. Don’t you love happy endings?

Wasp in safe grassy spot

4 comments to Life and death on the patio

  • Dakota

    This is so cool! You are probably one of the few people who would safe a wasp. I think most people think like Tara and would say something like “good riddance”

  • You’re probably right about that Dakota – that wasp picked the right margarita to almost drown in!

  • Techwood

    The margarita picture is great. It makes James look like he’s sitting in front of a margarita half his size. I haven’t had a margarita this summer yet. I think I’ll mention it to our friend Jules, he’s always up for an afternoon cocktail party.

  • […] As you may recall, I saved a wasp’s life last monday. A day or two later, I heard a lot of excitement down on the sidewalk below my balcony. It was two of the neighbourhood ruffians and they’d taken it upon themselves to rid the neighbourhood of wasp nests. They found one in my tree and somehow managed to whack it with a stick and break it in half and run away without getting stung. Later they returned to inspect the nest and pose for photographs. Meet my buddies Dakota and Daniel. […]