I still didn’t feel like I understood. But still I had to set the wasp right on one troublesome matter. “Madam Wasp? The cavities we get in our teeth are not galls. OK?” “oh. what a pity. Teeth seem like such a nice safe place to put your child—“ “I promise you they are not at all suited to your needs.” “oh. oh well then.” mobile. I was confident the notion had abandoned her. But still kept my mouth tightly closed. 2/2