Elegy For the Summertime Dirt Dauber

"Just how long have you believed the wasps have it in for you?"... my psych therapist He must be new in the neighborhood-- he wasn't told If he builds it, She will come. Never mind he flies in the fast lane, (no air controller needed), to decorate her wall with his devil's daub for a family home he's planned on high, where he imagines it won't catch her eagle eye. But, there's no site inconspicuous enough, and she's surely woman enough, to climb an eight foot ladder, bearing bucket and sprays she's been hoarding for days for emergencies like this. First, there's a scrape with the shovel, then Clorox, then a Tuffy to scruffy up his unsightly hovel. There does NOT go the neighborhood-- he's gone for good. It's out damned spot, she knows it's hot, but is here to swear he'll seek homestead elsewhere. for Dr. Ross