Saturday, November 6th, 8:30 AM, 2038 …
Burr,” said Nigel, wrapping his scarf more tightly around his neck as we walked up to the Admin Offices. “I hate winter. It’s so cold.”
Smiling in amusement, I said, “That’s kind of what winter is supposed to be, you know.”
“I know,” said Nigel. He shuddered and rubbed his mittens together. “Summer is just so much better. In summer, you get all kinds of bugs and insects coming out. But when winter rolls around, the bugs die or leave. It’s boring.”
I shook my head as we entered the Admin Offices, waving at the receptionist as we walked. “That’s kind of the opposite reason why most people like winter over summer.”
“I guess,” said Nigel, “but people need to understand that insects are nice once you get to know them. Even wasps aren’t always jerks.
