August 24th, 2012

I went searching for my concept art for my new book project last week. They were packed up in a box, and stored in an old car that's not being used.

So I went out to dig through the boxes out there to find them. I grabbed my keys, unlocked the front passenger's side door, and reached back to unlock the back. I opened the door, and realized, somewhat later than I would have liked, that there was a great number of wasps buzzing around. I looked down and saw a nest swarming with wasps on the inside of the car. I locked the door and slammed it shut, leaping backward like some klutzy garden gnome.

Then, to my horror, I saw another nest on the inside of the front passenger door! I'd opened the door and been within two feet of an active wasps' nest the size of my fist. I locked that door, slammed it, and made a mad dash away from the car.

But I wanted those drawings. So I went to the driver's side. Oh, happy happy joy joy. Guess what? There were nests there, too.

The wasps are holding my drawings hostage.