Well, I have not been forthcoming with my blogs of late, partly because there are not enough hours even during the long summer days. Things have calmed down a bit now, summer exhibitions are over. I have taken down the latest exhibition, minus the paintings that sold, and the rest are now stored in my studio.
Yesterday, I changed over a few works in the local shop, where they have sold quite well, which is nice. The gite is still booked until mid October. Bed and breakfasts have not been busy of late, but I am quite relieved what with everything else going on. The job at Mussidan is completed, now we have to wait for the insurance company to pay up.
Anyway on with THE MYSTERY: we have been puzzled, wondering how these little nests, fashioned by the mud dauber wasp, have been able to squeeze in through the double glazed windows in order to build them. (These are in the attic)
I found out how the other day. It must be the nest building season; she had crawled up the drain hole in the sill, for when I opened the window of our bedroom, I found this strange bundle of straw blocking the hole.
I gently pulled it out and there was the rudimentary nest in construction, she had even used the hole as a convenient mould to pack the straw into. She was extremely annoyed at my intervention and kept dive-bombing me. Funny how the form has taken that of someone lying face down, with the arm drooped over the sill: a straw person/puppet, ( this was not intentional)
There is a whole city of them upstairs in the attic.
Teddies watch unamazed: they knew all the time how she did it.
Here is a close-up of the wasp with her wings out, which is a pity as you can’t quite see how tiny the threadlike connection is between the thorax and abdomen.
Here is another pic:
After constructing the nest they go and catch a spider or a small beetle, sting it, fly it back, then pack it into the nest , lay an egg, seal the entrance, and then the larva will feed off the ‘live’ body as it develops over winter. Yuck, I wish this world wasn’t so cruel: one dies in order that another should live, there must be another way…………..
Meanwhile, here is the duchess awaiting her chauffeur: