Derek and his son came home with eyes that disappeared when they blinked and even their teeth were coated in a fine brown paste, that cemented the flies right in there, some of them still flapping their wings and kicking their hind legs in protest. It was not sexy. They both had to be power hosed.
Derek went to town and bought some spray and took care of the nest. End of the road for the Gympie wasps and their holiday to see the dinosaurs. I would like to cry for them but I don’t do insects. I would like to tell you I am a better person but I am not. They died and I ate my supper.
I LOVE not having any power and being stuck in the middle of nowhere. It is just like camping, with a tent, only instead of a tent and few things, you haul around this room with all these electric gadgets you get to look at, at night, in the dark, eating raw lamb chops because you have nothing to cook them on.
I hugged her and did not even care that the other fellow caravanners were looking at me strangely. I smiled at them. I made real eye contact, and I didn’t even care that they turned and looked off into the distance or made for their caravan door. I loved everyone in that moment.