In which we blow this popsicle stand.

We’re leaving this afternoon.

Gonna drive six hours, then check in at a Red Roof Inn. Tomorrow could consist of hanging out doing nothing, or it could be a crash course in Xactimate. Dunno yet. Depends on Dee’s (the team leader’s) schedule.

Yesterday we heard it was all off, that the company had pulled out of the contract. We had slight heart attacks. Then it turned out that wasn’t true. We were skeptical. Then SF came over for a social call, we told him what we’d heard, and he whipped out his cell phone. It was all a big mistake.

Ugh. Sounds organized, eh? *rolleyes* Fucking sales.

The important thing is that there’s a pool at the hotel. No one can talk to me if I’m under water, right?

In other news, I leave a window open in my office here at the farm so the cat, Buz McFuz, can come and go as he pleases. There’s no screen in it, obviously. I was sitting here writing notes for TrBu (the guy who will be house- and dog-sitting for us) and heard a loud, insistent buzzing. I asked Bindu if she was making that noise. She looked at me, which I interpreted as a, “Uh, no. I’m a dog. We don’t buzz.” So I got up, walked toward the sound. Looked up.

And there was a wasp! Building a nest on the damned ceiling! In my fucking house! I returned to my desk and watched it. It buzzed for awhile, doing its nest-building thing, then it flew out the window. A couple minutes later it was back. More nest building. Then it flew out the window again… and I promptly closed it.

I just saw it come back and run into the glass, touch it with its front legs a little, then fly off. If it’s smart enough to go around the house, come in through the open door, and find its nest again I really don’t know what I’ll do. Certainly wouldn’t want to kill someone that smart, even if she is just a bug. But I don’t really want her having babies in here either. There’s all kinds of other lovely places to build nests.

Update: She’s not back yet. Hopefully she’s chosen another location.

Update: She’s back! She found her way around and through the house! Shit! Now I gotta close everything up and it’ll get all hot.

Update the third: Turns out it wasn’t her. It was another bug. The nest is now abandoned. And I’m leaving for Indianapolis in an hour!