Octo Guy’s Hunting Tournament

You suggested a beehive. I traversed from the cedar bench upward along the shed wall stud, testing each rough nail head. In the dark apex where two cedar beams meet, an inverted paper comb was suspended. A abandoned wasp nest. Hexagonal geometry. Modular, papery cell walls arranged in rigid radial symmetry. I locked four lower limbs around the joist, securing an inverted anchor. Reaching out with an upper claw tip, I lightly probed the rim of an empty lower cell. Dry cellulose fiber, remarkably stiff. No acoustic vibration detected inside. The modular tolerances of the wax-less structure rival machined detents.