The Sadness of the Wopses

So we had these wopses (for non-Allen speakers, those are what you call wasps).

They built right at the edge of the driveway, where I had to walk past them several times a day and Middle Grandson walked past them several times a week.WopsE

When the kids at the end of the drive got permission from my husband to ride their bikes up and down the drive, #1 Daughter took matters in hand and called an exterminator.

So then this happened.WopsGone

It made me think of Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley:

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away”.

Sic transit gloria mundi, say I: So passes the glory of the world. Alas. WopsGroundI’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about an eggy thing I made, which was very tasty.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Something a character assumed would last a very long time doesn’t.

MA

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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “The Sadness of the Wopses

  1. Jane

    August 18, 2015 at 10:07am

    I just read that the Universe is coming to an end!!!

    SPOILER ALERT!!

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