After the first act tonight, I was really unhappy with how many mistakes I was making, so instead of breaking all my fingers with a ball-peen hammer I went out to the parking lot to smoke and recalibrate. I was starting to feel a little better when a wasp attacked me. I couldn't have been threatening it; I was standing motionless in the middle of a parking lot. I heard it thrumming next to my ear and remained calm until it became obvious that it wasn't going away and was really after me. I ran comically around the parking lot trying to evade it, a man in black fleeing an invisible assailant and trailing smoke from the burning cigarette he holds at arm's length. I soon gave up, hurriedly stubbed out my half-unsmoked cig, and slipped back inside, thinking maybe it's just not my night.