The big irony is that my dad was a professor of entomology at the University of Georgia. He is 85 now and came up for a visit with my mom and sister on 4/29. Just before they got here, I opened a market umbrella on the front deck. At the peak was a wasp nest. No big deal. But I parked my Subaru Outback wagon on 4/29 and did not need to drive it again for seven days (5/6). Then we needed to take the Sube to Atlanta, with the dogs, for a party at my brother's place. It was filthy, so I washed it here at the mountain house on Friday last. First I did the interior with my Shop-Vac. Then I squirted off the roof and hand washed it with a soapy sponge. Then I squirted the roof again to rinse the solution. That was when I noticed something flapping in the water stream under the roof rack cross-bar. It was a damn hornets' nest! I shit you not! I can't believe I did not get popped! Know what I mean, Vern?