Feeling Waspish

It's only 8:30 a.m., and I'm already in a foul mood!  Woke up with a headache, and then came downstairs to find the dog had thrown up all over the rug in the mud room.  Ick.

On the way back from taking the wads of foul-smelling paper towel resulting from the cleanup of said barf to the garbage, I noticed this cunningly fashioned wasp nest hanging from the eaves.  No doubt made from our expensive teak outdoor furniture.  (Notice the really creepy looking albino spider hanging on the right side, too.)