enter。
Its shape was not perfect because the space between the flashing and the boards
was too narrow； but he thought the little buggers had still done a pretty
respectable job。 The surface of the nest was acrawl with the lumbering； slow…
moving insects。 They were the big mean ones； not yellow jackets； which are
smaller and calmer； but wall wasps。 They had been rendered sludgy and stupid by
the fall temperatures； but Jack； who knew about wasps from his childhood；
counted himself lucky that he had been stung only once。 And； he thought； if
Ullman had hired the job done in the height of summer； the workman who tore up
that particular section of the flashing would have gotten one hell of a
surprise。 Yes indeedy。 When a dozen wall wasps land on you all at once and start
stinging your face and hands and arms； stinging your legs right through your
pants； it would be entirely possible to forget you were seventy feet up。 You
might just charge right off the edge of the roof while you were trying to get
away from them。 All from those little things； the biggest of them only half the
length of a pencil stub。
He had read someplace — in a Sunday supplement piece or a back…of…the…book
newsmagazine article — that 7 per cent of all automobile fatalities go
unexplained。 No mechanical failure； no excessive speed； no booze； no bad
weather。 Simply one…car crashes on deserted sections of road； one dead occupant；
the driver； unable to explain what had happened to him。 The article had included
an interview with a state trooper who theorized that many of these so…called
〃foo crashes〃 resulted from insects in the car。 Wasps； a bee； possibly even