When I was here at the farm last month, I hung my laundry out to dry on the line when the weather cooperated. The first time I tried, I discovered a lone wasp making a home in the clothes pin bag. I gently shooed it out, but then I had to keep a close eye out because it buzzed around looking for its home after I evicted it. I felt bad, but I needed the clothes pins and the wasp needed to find a more natural environment to start housekeeping, so I felt justified in thinking I'd done it a favor. It hadn't gotten too far along in building either.
Maggie Dog thought the little piece of hive smelled delicious and probably would have munched it down in one bite if I had let her.
"Please can I eat it? Oh please??"