Later that morning, as I was sitting in my big cozy chair having my morning coffee, I noticed dozens -- hundreds -- of wasps outside the sliding glass door on my treehouse. They seemed to be flying into and out of one particular spot. I checked it out, and sure enough, there were two holes in the window cladding, and from there they were making their way into the exterior wall of the building. Everyone was there -- all their aunts, uncles, cousins, mothers, fathers, all their friends -- the whole gang. They were having a grand time flying back and forth, back and forth. I watched about six of them in a row squeeze themselves into the little holes in the cladding.
So now it begins. I have contacted the head of the Strata Council and informed her of the problem. Since the exterior walls of the building are considered to be "common property" it is up to the council to deal with the problem. In any case, I am not going to do battle with a bunch of angry wasps. I will leave that to the professionals. I imagine they will form a committee -- with the wasps -- to decide what to do. Is it really necessary to remove them? How shall they do it? They will hire a consultant, and to be fair, a representative of the wasp colony will attend. Someone will take minutes. The wasps will insist that, since they are living in the common property, they have a right to be there. The strata council will concur, especially since eradicating the wasps would cost money. Someone will suggest we should all agree to live together peacefully. The wasps will continue to have parties in my bedroom in the middle of the night.