I Don’t Want a Wasp Neckace

Or: Trying to Live With Nature

I would like to take you down a thought train. We all have them. One minute you’re thinking about Motley Crue and what a pretentious ass you’ve become. The next minute you’re wondering whether you’ll ever have figs again if you kill the wasps in your shed.

Let’s start with “Shout at the Devil.” What follows is everything thing I thought: