About the size of a grapefruit
Let us begin with an obscure sporting reference: the size of a five pin bowling ball. Been a whle since I pitched my famous gutter ball, but this is just for scale. The sizes of grapefruits vary greatly.
Yesterday, we had a gale force breeze. Caused a very brief power outage, and lifted the cover off our BBQ. That detail is important, to me. We have sume squatters. More than a thousand of them. A symmetrical nest of wasps, who had come in through a vent on the side of the cover, over and over again. Built a fortress against the next winter, underneath a shelf on the BBQ. I don’t like that. I want them gone. And apparently they understand winds.
Now, there are aerosols of nasty at the hardware store. No flame throwers, unfortunately. And I have a tentative offer from someone with combat experience to stop by and remove said nest. That’s a perfect example of “an offer you cannot refuse”.
If all goes well, by the time I am forced to move the BBQ back to the garage, the risk of stings will be just a distant, historical footnote to the summer of ’22.
We had overnight visitors, who were infazeed by one of the smoke detectors doing the alarm perfornace for no reason about zero dark thirty. It was fun to have some new conversation last evening and over brunch. Summer, slowly sauntering away.
Son #2 is now in Europe, starting off to tour along the north shore of the Med. I hope the trip goes as planned, and the bikes are reloaded on a plane for the homeward leg in a fortnight. With only good memories.
