You know when you’re a child, and you have a nightmare, and that nightmare is that your ENTIRE HOUSE is filled with gigantic, flying, stinging, horrible yellow-jackets?
And then you know when you become an adult, and you open the door to your apartment, and you walk into THAT EXACT NIGHTMARE?
Oh, that’s never happened to you? Just wait. The older you get… the greater the chances…
Which is all to say, thank god for good friends, their spare bedrooms, their fearlessness as they wade with you back into the maelstrom of yellow-jackets to retrieve a change of clothes, and their quick-wittedness and quick-fingeredness as they swipe the St George gin off the wasp-crawling counter on the way out.