“I’M SO SORRY, BUT I…” I WHISPERED, PULLING A THREE-FOOT HAIR FROM MY THROAT AT MY GIRLFRIEND’S PARENTS’ TABLE IN ASPEN. THEN I TOLD THEM ABOUT 1,000,000 WASPS.
“I didn’t know that at the time. I thought maybe a few hundred. So I did what any reasonable person would do. I waited until the dead of night, snuck outside with a can of expanding foam sealant, and filled that hole.” “Oh, no,” Margaret murmured, already seeing where this was going. “I filled it…
