Against my children's wishes, I bring the party indoors. I find that we are still not free. These nuisances with wings are getting in through the heater vents and small holes in the screens. There is no escape. Indoors there is a new insect challenge. Wasps. I am highly allergic and my knight in shining armor is off at work.
I wander throughout the house with a fly swatter in one hand and an epipen in the other. I pray I will not be stung. On my own, I would leave them be. Play the peacemaker with these lethal creatures, but they scare the children. They must be killed.
My joy of spring is dwindling. The only hope I have of rekindling my love for the season is a weather report stating that an evening thundershower is coming our way. I love thunderstorms. They remind me of the beauty of our planet. The awesomeness of lightning bolts streaming against the night sky. The feeling in your chest when thunder sounds. Loosing power and requiring your family to go back to their roots of candlelight and closeness only makes the storm's beauty amplified. Nature at its finest.