Avispas

The house we lived in was left to us in a state of unorganized chaos. While I would like to say that all of my time here has been for the betterment of others, a small bit (unfortunately) had to be set aside for “personal cleanliness.” We threw out a couple truck loads of junk, reorganized kitchens and offices, and then descended upon the bodega (fancy way of saying tool shed (but not really a tool shed, more of a storage closet (that is part of the house, but outside))). So anyways, the bodega had never before been organized. Over the last few years people had just thrown stuff in there, with no order, and no general cleaning. Thanks to an opening in the bodega which connected to the street, there was also a good two years’ worth of dust accumulated on any and everything. We had cleared everything out of the bodega, swept and cleaned it, and were beginning to put things back in when we were visited by Fatima (VIP to know in Talanga). Now, mind you, we had been moving around the bodega for at least a good 1.5 hours (probably more), and after 15 seconds in the bodega, Fatima calmly commented that there was a nest of avispas (translation: wasps (except really angry, big, red, and loudly buzzing wasps)). Now, I’ve never had a fear of wasps, but these things were scary. Needless to say, they had to be taken care of, and Joe jokingly stated that we needed some fuego (translation: fire). Joking as he may have been, Fatima quickly agreed and set about making make-shift torches out of rolled up newspaper. The video is a little long, but seeing it in it’s entirety is the only way to do what happened next justice.

Video Courtesy of Joe Runde