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I don't know if the effects of the poison have finally taken hold, or if the plaintive cries of the two wasps in the trap have frightened away their comrades, but the swarm is down to pre-Raid levels. There are maybe nine or ten of these chitinous venom delivery vehicles buzzing the mailbox.
I appealed the no-fire ruling, and was once again struck down. There was something about the mailbox being near some landscaping and under a large tree or some crap. I don't know, I just stopped listening.
I can't help but wonder if maybe I should thoroughly "clean" the outside of the mailbox with gasoline. Then if I were to suddenly decide to take up smoking... I dunno. Accidents happen.
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