Just A Part of Life As I Know It

When you live alone you talk to yourself. Of course. It only makes sense. And I have almost reached the point where I can accept that I do that.

But yesterday I spoke to the yellow jacket/hornet who was frantically circling my yellow jacket trap. I encouraged him, told him I knew he could find his way in. "Go on in," I said. "You're welcome there. Look, your friends are in there. Does it matter that they're all dead?"

Then I chuckled. To myself, of course.