“Aummm,” goes a horse-fly. “Aummm, aummm,” responds a wasp. “Good stuff,” I nod this sunny but chilly afternoon. And lazy, too. “Thud-thud,” goes the horsefly against the windowpane. “Thud-thud-thud,” responds the wasp. This bit of their song and dance I have heard so often, but it still strikes me as new. “Good stuff,” I nod again and walk up to my drum.