http://images.google.ca/imgres?imgurlThe sound of dead and dying leaves; the smells emitted by trees and plants slowly stumbling into their winter comas; the sidewalks a sea of sweaters and scarves; the cool mountain air roaming in and scaring the humidity out of town.It was because of these things that I let my guard down.And it was because I let my guard down that the wasp attacked me and chased me for two city blocks.When the temperature dips low enough to warrant the breaking out of the leather coat, I officially stop worrying about wasps, bees, flies, dragon flies and Atlas moths.But the wasp I faced today was no lazy ‘I buzz around a trash bin stealing sugar from soda cans’ wasp. It was bigger, stronger, fasterand probably angrier.An autumn wasp.The fact he's even living at this time of the year is a testament to his (or her) awesome strength.And since I had the guff to stroll around downtown with an ‘I'm allergic to wasps but what-fucking-ever’ kind of look written across my face, he (or she) decided to chase me.So I walked faster.Still being chased.So I walked faster while casually swatting (flailing?) my arms all around me.Still being chased, he’s/she’s going for the face.I am running down the sidewalk like an idiot.Flapping my ‘wings’.Saying, "Fuck off!" and "Shit!" and "Hey, cool belt. Le Chateau?"When I thought I had enough of a lead on him I ducked into an alley and waited, pretending to tie my shoe so as not to look like I was kind of lurking in an alley/hiding from a tiny insect.When I felt safe enough I continued on my way.If anyone happened to see this go down... I was practising some new dance moves... I'll show you on the weekend.