Soon after I moved here, I noticed something of grave concern: There were wasp nests under many of the eves of the cabin. Most were fairly small starter homes, but nonetheless, they were there and I was not going to peacefully co-exist with them. Peter, the supremely helpful owner, offered, “You can knock them down with a broom, but they’ll just come back. They’re pretty benign.” Benign? Are you kidding me? In my mind, they were dive-bombing the plate at mealtime, chasing me