Yesterday I heard on the radio that they had found the laregst ever wasps nest, wider than me and nearly as tall, in the loft of a country pub. All the way back home my mind is buzzing with wonder.
I think of the late night sounds of our house. Maybe we have the second biggest one nestled somewhere, which bursts into life when the lights are off, wasps dancing in the walls, wings whirring like the constant pulse of the fridge, swarming in the dark kitchen.
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