Oh no!

There's a very sweet and kind wasp (no kidding--Brandi can attest to how amiable she is) who lives in the corner of my porch ceiling, and right now, she's going through a crisis! There's some kind of bug that is clearly trying to get at her nest. She's doing her best to fend off the predatory bug by flapping her wings like crazy at it. It's very disturbing. At first, I thought, "Girl! Just sting him!" But imagine how hard it would be to find a weak spot in the bug's exoskeleton! I'm dying to be able to help her out somehow, but I can't think of anything that will keep her and her baby wasp safe while keeping me un-stung. I just know she's going to fail rather soon due to exhaustion. :(

Who ever thought that I'd be worried for the welfare of a wasp and her unborn offspring?

PS I just saw the biggest tool parade EVER across the street. We're talking too-big muscles, caps with flat brims, graphic muscle tees, and over-zealous strides when walking. WHOA. These guys can't be Army (at least I hope not for our country's sake), and there are so many more like them in the apartment complex. Where do they all come from?