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The Hornet.
A loud buzzing. Very loud big buzzing. I turn round to see a gigantic hornet investigating the studio. The hornet vanishes down a tube of rolled up drawings stored in a space situated eight feet up. It disappears. Does it live there? I am gripped in terror. It is huge. I am 5 foot nine. It is two inches or thereabouts. Silence. Menacing quiet. I return to my desk. It re-emerges a few minutes later. Patrolling the ceiling. Briefly it focusses on it's target ....me and dives and I squeal like a fifties cartoon bee-hive sporting girl. Before it changes tack and zooms back to the ceiling and into the skylight window, seizing my chance I grapple with the pole thingy that is the tool that opens the window I fumble in panic as I lever the window open and the hornet obliges in a flash and is gone. Drama over. God that was close thing.
Then it returns.............
I think it just wanted to see what you were drawing.
ReplyDeleteNothing. I was drawing nothing. So I drew this ugly pictorial witness statement to prolong the agony. To delay the process further.
DeleteAlso, where was your attack dog (Dexter) when you needed him?
ReplyDeleteDon't know. Dexter is an independent beast - has better fishes to fry? He loves haddock.
DeleteI like Dexter's thinking…fish and chips! mmm.
ReplyDelete