posted by Shelley
I’m standing in the shower and Libby is barking like crazy. My housecleaners come on Thursday mornings (Mom and Carl), but they have a key. I figure it’s them, Perry isn’t in the office yet, and the brown hound will stop barking soon. But no! She’s still going at it as I get out of the shower, get dressed and head to find out what the big issue is. I see Carl sitting on the side of the pool, one leg in the water. Hmmmm…
His story was that he was putting chlorine tabs in the pool skimmer (like all good housecleaners do), when he was attacked and stung several times. Mom’s story was that she looked around and he was doing some major hopping and moving like a flash around the backside of the pool. I figure they were both telling the truth.
Not the best photo in the world, I know. You didn’t expect me to really get close, did ya? Take a good look at the lil’ darlings in the photo above. It’s the last time you’ll see them alive. When it gets dark tonight, we’ll be having a wasp funeral. They should’ve known better to build their home on a pool, and they should’ve known better than to sting Dr. Death.