I was sort of wrong about the wasps’ nest outside our window. I thought it was the beginnings of a nest of the nasty sort of wasps. The maintenance guy, though, tells me that it was a mud daubers’ nest, and he assured me that mud daubers don’t sting. (But they are a type of wasp! So I was a little bit right!) He flicked the nest of the windowsill with his finger. I felt mildly silly.

After solving the nest-on-the-window problem, we uncovered a mystery.

Marsha had cut down another winged invader just before the maintenance guy arrived. I showed the carcass to him, and it apparently wasn’t a mud dauber. Nor was it a hornet. It looked wasp-like to me, but it didn’t appear to have a stinger. Not that I looked very closely. Whatever it was, I don’t like these flying nuisances buzzing around in the house. But the only nest visible was the mud daubers’, so the maintenance guy left without looking into it further.

Which leaves only Marsha to defend us. That’s not a comforting thought.