November, y’all. Another October has blown by and we’re in those days where unexpected heat feeds our denial. Winter is still a season away, right? Damn wasp infestation — how many do I have to vacuum up or smash with magazines or run from? Four in the window now, and the handheld vacuum is downstairs and —
November wasping
These misleading days ignite
A swarm of stingers
That’s not the worst haiku, as long as I get out of here unstung . . .