I've had an enjoyable afternoon, but something happened to make me a little sad. A few weeks ago I bought some wasp spray, because I have the tiniest little nest above my balcony, about a ten-holer, so to speak. The clerk at Publix, a very strange and amusing man, told me to wait to spray until early evening.
"You have to wait until all the adults are home," he said. "Feeding their babies and whatnot. Then, BLAM. Hit 'em hard, and don't stop. Drench 'em. You can't pussy out, now. You have to soak that nest."
"Okay, I won't," I told him. "I mean, I will. I'll drench them."
"Good," he said, and turned to wait on the woman behind me, who was watching us like she was at the circus.
I should have known, man. I mean, I had a twinge at the descriptions of at home and feeding their babies, but today I dug out the can and let them have it.
It was instantaneous. They rose up from the nest all at once and dropped to the ground. I dove into the apartment and slammed the sliding door shut, because I am a pussy, apparently, but then I had to watch them writhing around on the ground for the longest time. One minute they're, like, enjoying their afternoon and feeding their babies and the next, writhing around. And the nest is black, now, and obviously the babies are dead, and how this can make me feel like the worst person in the world, I don't know. It's all so arbitrary.
So, did we get any new old songs from JC? I'm going out on a limb and guessing no.