It was a warm, murky day and night—and under some circumstances, I'd be tempted to call this temperature excursion, which occurred a couple of days after the first bona fide killing frost, the start of our hallowed Indian Summer. But it's not going to last long, so I'll call it a temporary blip... and one that brought the paper wasps to the windows by day and the kitchen porch lights by night. I suspect that all the Polistes wasps I'm observing right now are fertilized queens, the only members of the tribe to carry on through the winter, and I suspect that they're all searching for a final meal or two before they tuck themselves into good shelters in which to survive the soon-to-arrive cold. This one seemed to be exploring cracks between the shingles. My constant close approaches and frequent flash pictures didn't seem to bother her in the least. No doubt, she had more important things on her mind.