Tis the season of many bugs, which seem to be the source of endless canine excitement. This morning, for example, there was a great commotion out in the hallway. Canine activity in the hallway before they all-furry team has had their breakfast is rarely good. Normally they are still snoozing hard, so when I hear something out there, it usually means that someone is about to heave up something disgusting on the linoleum.
When I heard noise, fearing the worst, I ran out into the hall to see which hound was causing the ruckus. It turned out Leia had found a wasp on the floor and was busily tormenting it.
Unfortunately, all of our dogs and cats find wasps interesting. This fascination is bad news at this time of year when wasps manage to find ways to crawl inside the house and buzz around. Apparently the noise wasps make are more interesting than flies or other reasonably harmless flying insects.
I’m not quite sure what the dogs think they are going to DO about the wasp, but they spend a lot of time sort of staring, snapping, and sniffing. The cats are equally ineffectual. The two felines often will find a wasp, wap it with a paw, and then spend a lot of quality time watching it.
So far none of the critters have been stung, but I don’t take any chances. Unlike the cats or the dogs, when I see the wasp, I don’t stare at it. I squish it. And so the drama ends.