Wasp nest under construction...

vacancies for yellow jackets also available

 

alternately titled: eave'n roofs houses nidus

 

If ye dear reader find yourself

as an under appreciated

busy buddy buzzfeeding bee -

hive got just the solution.

 

When me and the misses

entered side door here
yesterday September 26^th, 2021
where both of us live

within one bedroom unit

at Highland Manor Apartments,

we espied hexagon-shaped paper cells

constituting partially completed
reasonably priced

state of the art abode.

 

Nevertheless, these

myopic eyes of mine

identified when closeup

tiny sign advertising real estate

large enough to house me,

an average size bugaboo.

 

Yours truly itching to move
to cozier quarters

no matter facilities roofless

imposing long overdue necessity

to strip down trappings

to bare minimum.

 

Tricked out with state of the art wizardry

microscopic computer processing chips

adorn six identical geometric sides

indeed allowing, enabling and providing

global linkedin telecommunications

beamed in across

bajillion miles from deep space.

 

All kidding aside

Hymenoptera quite the builder

with innate abilities as their guide

neither prejudice, nor afflicted with pride.

 

Ever mindful of insects with diaphanous wings,

yours truly quite aware of pain regarding bee stings,

which commentary brings

me to recall the following incident when

quite so many years ago...

 

Mine eyes espied a glorious shade tree

on a recent brutally hazy,

hot and humid July summer day,

where below the gnarled roots

glazed occipital nerve did not see

yellow-jackets minding their own beeswax

when derriere i.e. did essay

until deux stingers re:

accessible bared skin

apiary members did flay

vulnerable hide bound

part of my right knee,

 

whereby toxin induced to feel

slightly queasy and appear ashen gray

yet possessed response

to stand up and immediately flee

as cohorts per hive stirred

with protruding stingers ready to lay

into another area of ripe human flesh

with consistency of brie

yet, no intent to be cheesy – nay

on the con tray or re:

 

only attempting to find good humor

to stave discomfort at bay

which quick thinking found me

summoning medicinal salve

to keep any potential swelling away

thus this mister mom trotted

into Belmont Hills lye bray r e

soaking damp washcloths

(I packed in plastic bag

to cool thyself) and pray

 

all the while mouthing expletives

more emphatic than oy vey

healing powers of self

would allow this chap to feel okay

enough until my then

thirteen-year-old youngest daughter

and tutor would sashay

out into the blistering heat

so we could be on our home bound way.