Sleeping with the enemy

I slept with a wasp last night. Tucked behind the light fixture on the celling I could see it's wings fold up and expand as it dreamed. It turned in earlier than me, the moment the clock struck 10pm it stopped buzzing around my room to fine a spot to rest.

I didn't realize that wasps slept, dreaming of screen porches, leftover food, and other wasp delicacies. To me they are my worst nightmare...swarming your food, or flying toward your forehead for an attack during a warm spring day. But last night I breathed deeply and told him that he could stay...

as long as he left in the morning.