Last summer I noticed a wasps’ nest in an old sugar maple tree on my street. In September it was still lively.
By November the weather had begun to soften it. The internal architecture became more and more visible. Still it hung to the tree, despite rain and snow.
The great storm of February 2010 finally did it in. Not that the wind severed the nest from the maple. No, the weather took out the entire branch of the maple the nest was suspended from.