As I sit on my couch and write this, a wasp in flying around my bathroom. The door is closed and apparently wasps aren’t bright enough to fly down and escape through the 1-inch gap at the bottom of the door, so I feel relatively safe.
I’m not always averse to sharing my space with God’s creatures; I haven’t mercilessly killed all the Asian beetles, and when I see a spider, I nod at it and let it go on its way.
But wasps are a different story. I will not share my space with a wasp.
Today is November 1, and despite the 70 degree weather, that means yet again the season for daily gratitude posts.
(Yes, I know I should be grateful all the time. But you know what I mean.)
I am feeling grateful today for many things, but above all else I am grateful that I can spend the night at my parents’ house and avoid a 3 a.m. encounter with a wasp.
Julie Rowse 