August is when the wasps come out. August is when I get stung. Last year, it was my left foot, and yesterday it was my right thigh. The little devil flew right up my dress. Unlike bees, wasps can sting over and over again. I’m sure I felt it sting me twice. Here is Gerald Murphy‘s painting titled Wasp and Pear. I like the proportions, the blocks of colour and the overall cubist feel of the work.