Wiggle Who?

One day, I was standing in the kitchen, the sun outside was shining brightly and the blue sky radiated calm. I was in deep conversation. You know the type where you are making right all the wrongs in the world. I turn around to get the milk, and there before me, Lilly (my German Shepherd). Sitting, looking at me, her head slightly slanted sideways and back, her eyebrows lifted, and her jaw serious. I burst into laughter, and said “Lilly, I’m not crazy, I promise, I was talking with wiggle-bum”. She turned and left the room.

Wiggle-bum is the wasp that comes late each spring. As the name suggests, he wiggles. In fact, he followed me around wiggling and that is how we became friends – one of the wiggles said give me honey – and then he had me trained. He normally stays till autumn. He inspired a research project that I’ll be doing called the wiggle-bum theory of joy.