The evolving saga of the drug bust reminds me of a wasp nest that’s been raided (pun intended).  All the disrupted wasps are agitatedly buzzing around in circles, their HQ disrupted, their main wasps out of circulation, not sure where it’s safe to regroup.  That’s what it looks like next door, displaced crackheads straggling in and out in the pouring rain, salvaging what they can.

It’s hard to feel any sympathy, having witnessed their shady activities.  Unlike actual wasps, these are unproductive, idle slackers for the most part.  I don’t see how the old status quo can resume after a big bust.  I have hopes that the owner of the house will take a different course of action now. Then we can get on with living and planting trees in peace.

Today is a local city primary for mayor, city council members, etc.  There are some actual promising progressives to choose from on the ballot.  We’ll be out there in the pouring rain, doing our little part.  Maybe the weather will discourage disengaged, uneducated conservatives, of which there seem to be many in this area, from getting out.  Every little bit helps.

Here are some soggy jungle photos.  All my plants are just soaking it up.  Misu, being a water-cat, enjoys watching the deluge from the porch, as do I.  We’re waterproof.