But yesterday, when the sun was full on the back of the house, there were several dozens of them. Far more than the forty-two I rehabilitated last week during the Great Grape Picking Adventure. At one point, I felt like a beekeeper. I’m ashamed to say that I became less than solicitous in my behaviour towards them, and a few got swatted. And as for the ones that decided to come indoors – well, there are rules about invasiveness, aren’t there? They shouldn’t be immigrating hidden up my sleeves or in my hair. I respect their right to inhabit the outdoors; they should equally respect my right to an insect-free house. They do leave a nasty orange stain on the carpet as well.
Most of them were lurking around the back door. I gather that this is fairly usual at this time of the year, as they look for warm places. But I’ve never seen it on this scale before. I can only put it down to the grape vodka. I’ve told them and told them that it won’t be ready till the New Year, but they just don’t listen. Tuh.