no life

It has been two hard weeks since they hatched. A little bit before the kittens and a few weeks after the swallows is the time of the morons. It is a seasonal phenomenon. One usually anticipates their arrival by preparing a few traps: they are not really mean, just vastly annoying. I do not know why, but this year, oh boy, did they come in force: potently, from everywhere, and in large numbers. You cannot escape, you cannot run, you just have to deal with them. They are protecting their budgets, their projects like a mother hen on steroids. And they are truly unbearable.

As the Archi would put it, they are somewhat like penguins: overrated, gregarious, striving in the worst possible environment at the worst time, too stupid to make the difference between an egg and a rock, insufferably noisy and their dumbness has a kind of Nietzschean quality that makes it almost attractive. Better not stare too much into it...