A wasp or hornet (I’m not good at identifying them, but it wasn’t a honey bee nor bumble bee, it was smooth, shiny, black & yellow & stingy) was clinging to the shorts. WHY it had crawled between shorts and underwear in the first place, I cannot begin to fathom. But in the cool, pre-dawn basement, it was nearly motionless.
Took the shorts over to the patio door, opened it, flicked ’em outside.
But this has now unlocked a new fear – of being stung in the balls.
How far into autumn/winter will it be before the risk of stingy fuckers hiding in my underwear basket has returned to effectively zero?